Page 147 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“Brody, stop that,” I say, swatting at his hand.
“What?” he asks. “Can’t a guy be proud of his accomplishments?”
“Not when they’re scaring the owner of the hotel while he’s out on his serenity walk. He’s going to kick us out for being sex-crazed hooligans.”
“He won’t kick you out,” Haisley says, her voice full of mirth. “He might avoid you, but he won’t kick you out.”
“This is humiliating,” I say, but Brody reaches across the table, picks up my hand, and places a sweet kiss on my knuckles.
“Nothing to be humiliated about,” he says, his eyes locked on mine, easing my embarrassment. “I’m sure Haisley and Jude encounter the same issue.”
Haisley nods. “I think he’s overly sensitive because he heard us at the start of vacation. After that, we learned to keep it quiet…for the most part.” She glances up at Jude and he places a kiss on her forehead.
Seriously, he has to be a titan in bed.
“See?” Brody says. “It’s fine, Maggie. Plus, what does he expect when you build a resort like this, in the middle of paradise, and market it to couples? These bungalows probably regularly experience a variety of positions. If those walls could speak…”
Haisley chuckles. “They wouldn’t speak, they would scream.”
“Exactly.” Brody winks and his casual attitude really does ease my mind. I love that he can do that for me.
“Well, I’ll let you two get to dinner, but I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch?”
“Yes, we’ll be there,” I say before waving goodbye to them.
When they’re out of earshot, I clamp my hands over my face. “Oh my God, Brody.”
He laughs. “What? I think it’s hot how loud you are. Probably one of my favorite things, especially when you shout my name.”
“Well, it’s not happening anymore.”
He lifts his brow at me. “Good luck, babe.” He brings his glass of water to his lips. “I haven’t even shown you half of what I want to do to you. Try keeping quiet when we start playing more.”
I lean forward and whisper, “There’s more?”
He chuckles and nods. “You’re cute.”
“How’s your ravioli?” Brody asks as he picks up one of his tacos and takes a bite.
“Really good, do you want to try it?”
He nods so I cut him a piece and reach my fork out to him. I watch as his lips smooth over the tines and pull away. The man apparently likes to make everything sensual.
“Oh shit, that is good,” he says while chewing. “Excellent choice.”
“Thank you.” I look out toward the restaurant, taking note of Reginald and Regina eating dinner together in a private corner. Jude, Haisley, Hudson, Hardy, the twins, and then another man and woman I haven’t met yet are eating together, sharing wine and laughing. And I remember, as I watch the Hopper family, exactly why we came here in the first place. I look over at Brody, who is once again staring at me. “Why do you want to get on their good side?”
Probably not expecting that question, he sits slightly taller and asks, “Huh?”
“The Hoppers, why are you here to get on their good side? I know you wanted to make a good impression, but don’t think we ever really talked about why.”
“Oh.” He washes his taco down with some water. “I have this proposal I’ve been working on for them. I’m up against this girl I work with who I can’t fucking stand. Hate her, actually. Her name is Deanna. And when the Hoppers get back, Reginald is going to review the proposals and decide which one they’ll go with. If mine isn’t chosen, I’m going to have to work under Deanna. I’d probably have to look for a new job at that point.”
“Is she really that awful?”
“Like the gum on your shoe that you can’t get rid of.”
I chuckle. “That is bad. So, what’s your proposal?”
