Page 126 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Hardy laughs. “You know, this guy really likes you.”Oh?“Couldn’t stop telling me how beautiful you are the entire time he was changing.” Hardy winks and moves toward the door. “You got a good one, Maggie.”
I feel my face flame even more. “Well thanks for helping. I appreciate it.” I pat Hardy on the arm.
“Not a problem.”
“I’ll be out in a moment,” I say as Hardy shuts the door behind him, and I glance at Brody, who is now doing snow angels on the comforter.
And that man thinks I’m beautiful…how lucky am I?
When he finds out about this latest disaster, I’m pretty sure he’ll never want to see the Hoppers again.
“Hey, Brody,” I say as I move onto the bed and press my hand to his leg. “I think you need to sleep this off.”
He pauses and looks up at me. When his eyes connect with mine, he sighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
Okay…I know he’s a little loopy, but it doesn’t stop the butterflies that float up in my stomach.
“Thank you,” I answer. “But let’s get you on the pillow, okay?”
“I don’t want to sleep,” he says like a petulant child.
“I know, but if I let you go out there, you’re going to embarrass yourself in front of Reginald, and I don’t think that’s something you want to do.”
“Fuck Daddy Reggie,” he mumbles.
“Yes, a lovely sentiment, but like I said, it’s best that we stay down here right now.”
I scoot up on the bed and pat the pillow. “Come up here.”
He grumbles something I can’t quite understand and then moves up on the pillow.
“There you go. Do you want some covers?”
“Yeah,” he says.
I pull down the sheets and I help him move his body under them. When he’s all tucked in, I say, “There you go. Now just sleep this offa bit. I’ll grab some water for you too so you can hydrate and help flush everything through.”
I start to get up when he grabs my hand. “No, don’t leave.”
“Brody, you need to sleep this off.”
“Sleep it off with me. I sleep better with you.”
Ugh, he’s killing me.
“Please, Maggie.” His coffee-colored eyes plead with me.
Damn it.
How can I say no to that face? I can’t.
So, I remove my sarong and slip under the covers. He puts his arm around me and slides his forearm between my breasts, pulling me all the way into his chest. His face presses against the back of my head and he sighs happily.
“Perfect,” he says. “This is what I want. This right here.”
I clench my teeth, my brain running a mile a minute with all the ways he could just be saying that and not meaning it, while my heart trips and tumbles in my chest, wishing and hoping this is real.
I’ve liked this man for a while.
