Page 45 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“It did in my head,” I say as I pop one of her fries in my mouth.
“Excuse me.” She hovers her arms over her plate, as if that will protect it from my grabby hands. “You got a salad, deal with your choice.”
“I got a salad so I wasn’t bloated later on when you try to bury your head in my crotch again.”
Her nostrils flare.
Her eyes narrow.
And her face goes red.
“I told you we were done with that.”
“And you signed a contract that said you wouldn’t fondle me or embarrass me, and looks like you’ve done both in less than twenty-four hours, so…excuse me if I’m unclear if we’re keeping our promises or not.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Then, she sets her hands carefully on the table and says, “Do we need to press a reset button?”
“Huh?” I raise a quizzical brow.
“It seems we got off on the wrong foot this morning and it would behoove us if we let go of this animosity. So, if we press a reset button, maybe we can get back on track.”
“Not sure what kind of magical remote control you carry around with you, but I don’t have a reset button, unless…is your reset button your nipple? Every time I press mine, something tingles inside of me. Is that the reset?”
She pushes her hands over her hair and slowly, quietly says, “I resent you.”
“Same, princess,” I reply as I stab my salad with my fork, gathering some of the leaves and sticking them in my mouth.
After a few moments of silence, she says, “You know, it wasn’t my intention to embarrass you.” I prepare a retort to shame her but then I take in her expression. She looks…calm. Composed.Contrite.Somehow, she’s let go of her irritation with me and is speaking the truth.This girlnever ceases to surprise me.“I just get caught up sometimes and forget to think before I speak. I’m sorry.”
Well, that was a heartfelt apology, and it’s one that I can accept.
“Thank you,” I say. “I appreciate it. Despite it being humiliating, it seemed like Hudson and Hardy got a good laugh in.”
“And Haisley as well.”
“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t that bad.”
I gather some more lettuce and when I look up at her, she’s smirking.
“What?” I ask her.
She holds a fry up to her mouth. “And that…is how you press the reset button.”
“Jesus Christ,” I murmur as I go back to my salad. This woman has to be fucking right about everything, doesn’t she?
Putting your clothes away in the hotel.
Eating bacon—yeah, we had an argument about that. I shoved the whole thing in my mouth, and she told me I needed to take little bites.
And now this—how to press the reset button.
She’s irritating.
“And you were wrong about the single thing.”
“Huh?” I ask as I reach for my water.
“There being no singles on this island. A quick Google search helped me find out that both Hardy and Hudson are single. Which means it looks like I have a chance at two of the most attractive billionaires on the island.”
