Page 138 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Well…here goes nothing.
“The work trip was last minute, but I’m in Bora-Bora.”
“Bora-Bora?” he asks. “That’s so weird. My sister is there right now on vacation.”
Yeah, imagine that.
“I came for my boss’s daughter’s wedding. I actually ran into Maggie. She’s here at the same resort.”
Same bungalow.
Same bed.
“Really? And the world didn’t explode when you two ran into each other? That’s surprising. I would have at least thought the earth would shake.”
I chuckle nervously. “There was some minor shaking.”Especially last night.
“I’m sure. Well, that’s cool. Have you been enjoying yourself?”
Immensely, especially last night. I actually enjoyed myself four times.
“Yeah, it’s been a good time,” I say.
“Cool. I’m guessing you haven’t caught any of the Rebels games then. Have you checked the scores? Dude, last night, Paige threw a shout-out. They took the lead in their division. I can smell another playoff season. Get your potato salad ready.”
“Yeah, it was pretty cool,” I say, but my voice is lackluster, and he can hear it.
“Pretty cool? Uh, why aren’t you more excited? Didn’t you hear me? We’ll be having celebratory potato salad this fall.”
Heard you loud and clear, Gare Bear.
But I’m currently nauseated at the prospect of having to tell you that I fucked your sister four times last night—well, we don’t have to give him those exact details.
“Um, Gary, I have to tell you something.” I glance back into the bungalow where I catch Maggie lifting up from the bed, stretching her arms over her head, her tits so fucking mouthwatering.
“What do you have to tell me?” he asks.
“Well, you know how I ran into Maggie?”
Silence meets my ear, and I can actually taste my pulse from how hard it’s beating.
“Yeah…” he sounds doubtful.
I push my hand through my hair, trying to figure out a way to say this. “Well…uh…” My words tumble away, leaving empty air between us.
I don’t know what to say.
He’s quiet because he probably knows what I’m trying to say.
The silence is so deafening that I nearly puke.
And just as I’m about to buck up and tell him that I kissed—well, more than kissed—his sister, he says, “I swear to God, Brody, if you fucked my sister—”
Yup, he guessed it right.
I wince. “It’s not like that.”
“What do you mean it’s not like that?” he yells. “Holy shit, did you actually fuck her?”
