Page 49 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“No one,” I answer.
“Yes, you did. Wasn’t it that girl with the long black hair and cat ears?”
“The girl dressed as a cat who kept purring in my ear? Uh, no, did a hard pass on that red flag.”
“I could have sworn you went home with someone.”
“Keeping tabs on me?” I ask as her hand drifts up my abdomen, confusing me again. What is she up to?
But also…I’m loving every second of it.
“Maybe.” She smirks up at me. “By the way, you didn’t even say anything about my necklace.”
She’s wearing a necklace?
Huh, didn’t notice…I wonder why.
She brings my attention down to her chest and she dances her fingers over her bronze skin next to a gold necklace.
“Do you like it?” she asks, dragging her fingers down her chest, right between her breasts and fuck, does my mouth water.
“Uh, yeah.” I gulp. “It’s nice.”
“I bought it for myself. I was shopping for some new lingerie sets and came across it. I couldn’t stop staring at it.” Yeah, I can’t stop staring either. “And I thought it would look beautiful on me. What do you think?”
I swallow and slowly nod, my head feeling heavy as I continue to stare at her chest, the image of her bare breast from this morning running through my mind. Christ…
“Yeah, it looks amazing.”
“I can make it longer if I wanted, but I don’t think you’d be able to see it when my boobs pushed together. What do you think?” she asks as she presses her breasts together.
Umm…what was the question?
“I was right, huh?” She sighs and squares her shoulders back, bringing the neckline of the romper dangerously close to her nipples. “I think I’ll keep it at this length.”
“Yeah.” I grip the back of my neck, feeling all kinds of woozy. “Probably a good idea.”
I stare at her chest for another two seconds before lifting my eyes up to hers where I find her smiling brightly.
Just then the bartender brings us our drinks, and she hands me my beer before leaning in. “And that’s how I flirt. I’m not single because of my flirting skills.” Her lips nearly brush against my ear. “I’m single because I’m dedicated to myself.”
And then she slips her straw in her mouth and sucks.
Motherfucker.
Bartender, I’m going to need at least two more of these.
“How was your dinner?” Haisley asks as she comes up to our table, Jude at her side.
Painfully uncomfortable thanks to my inability to stop staring at Maggie. I’ve been half hard the entire goddamn meal.
I pat my stomach. “Amazing. Got the steak. I swear it melted in my mouth.”
“That’s Daddy’s favorite dish,” Haisley says. “He doesn’t ever want anything else when he stays here, but Mom makes him break up his red meat binge with fresh seafood.”
“The salmon was so good,” Maggie says as she leans back, a mai tai in hand—her second—looking so fucking sexy with her legs crossed. It’s been a torturous night to say the least, especially after she had to prove her point about why she’s single.
I just kept telling myself I was staring at her necklace, nothing else, when I caught myself looking at her chest.
