Page 115 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“Then…why haven’t you talked to me?”
She runs her finger over my eyebrow. “Are you getting needy?”
“No,” I whisper, but also…yes. “Just wondering what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
Her fingers pause for a moment before she continues to stroke my eyebrow. “Nothing is going on,” she says.
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“I don’t know, but let’s not talk about it, okay? You just rest. I’ll be here.”
I know she will be, because she’s been here for me this entire goddamn time.
And I’m pretty sure she will be there for me until the end as well.
“I feel amazing,” I say as a goofy grin stretches across my face.
Maggie is standing in front of me wearing one hell of a fucking bathing suit. It’s red and strappy, wrapped in all different directions and showing off everything I love about her body—most importantly those curvy hips of hers. When she took off her cover-up, I thanked the heavens above, grateful that I’m the only man on this private island who will look at her. The Hopper boys respect me enough not to glance this way. I don’t need competition.
No, I need her all to myself.
Maggie smirks as she moves farther into the crystalline water. We snuck off to the side to be alone and right now, I’m so glad we did. “I can tell. You have this permanent smile on your face. Are you sure they didn’t drug you back on the boat?”
I shrug. “Who cares if they did.” I walk toward her, but she steps back, deeper into the water. “What are you doing?” I ask, moving in closer.
“Staying away from you.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because you look like trouble right now, and I don’t want trouble.”
“You wanted trouble last night,” I say as I reach for her hand, but she pulls it away before I can get a good grip.
“Last night was an exception.”
I shake my head. “Last night was the start of something.”
I wait for her to clam up, but instead she just smirks. “Yup, you’re drugged.”
Uh, no. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I’ve wanted this for so damn long and last night, fuck, it opened up the floodgates for me.
“I am not.”
She nods. “You are. I can see it in your hazy eyes. You’re completely gone.”
“Nope, I know what I want and it’s standing right in front of me, so stop making this difficult.” I spread my arms wide. “Come to me.”
“Come to me?” She laughs so hard that I fear tears might spring to her eyes. “I’m not ‘coming’ to you. You stay over there and I’m going to stay over here.”
I shake my head. “I don’t like that idea.”
“I do.”
Irritated, I kneel down in the water, letting the waves move me back and forth. “Why do you hate me, Maggie?”
“Can you keep your voice down?” she hisses, splashing toward me.
“What did you say?” I shout, making her close the space between us.
