Page 37 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Hattie:I bet you anything he did.
“What are you doing?” his deep voice comes from behind me.
“Jesus!” I scream as I throw my phone up in the air only for it to land on the deck with a clash. I look back at Brody who is standing there in a towel slung low across his hips and that impressive chest still wet from his shower. Does this man not know what a proper dry job is? My God. “Can you not scare me like that?” I ask as I pick up my phone.
“I wasn’t trying to scare you.” He glances down at me. “I see you stuck your boob back in your shirt.”
I can feel my entire body heat up in embarrassment, all the way down to my white-painted toes.
So, he did see it. Great!
“A gentleman would never mention such things.”
“Never said I was a gentleman,” he counters. “By the way, what do you owe me for breaking the contract? Do I get a prize?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say as I stand and start to walk by him, but he stops me with his hand to my stomach. I look to my left, up at him. How is his body so large, so overpowering that I feel tiny in comparison?
“Your face was using my cock as your personal washcloth this morning. If you rubbed a little harder, you would have gotten your own facial. Pretty sure that breaks rule number one.”
I should have known he’d say something. Here I was, trying to figure out how to broach the subject and he does it so easily like the dick that he is.
“I was not using your penis as my own personal washcloth.”
“Uh-huh, and what were you doing exactly?”
I think on it for a moment and when nothing comes to me, I say, “Using it to scratch my nose.”
The stupidest grin spreads across his lips. “That’s why we have these bad boys.” He lifts his hand and wiggling his fingers in front of me.
“You’re annoying,” I say as I move by him, but of course he trails in behind me.
“Is this going to be a nightly occurrence? Just need to prepare myself. Also…do you bite in your sleep?”
I whirl around on him. “For your information, I don’t spend most of my time sleeping with people and sharing a bed, so pardon me if I ended up in a weird, off-putting position.”
“It wasn’t off-putting. Kind of enjoyed it.”
“Well, it was off-putting for me. The last thing I want is your penis acting as my very own dangling nose ring. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to scrub my face for an hour.”
I head into the bathroom and I’m about to shut the door when there’sa knock at the front of the bungalow. I glance over my shoulder. “Is someone at the front door?”
“That’s what a knock would indicate,” he shoots back. “I’ll grab it.”
“Uh, you’re in your towel, I’ll grab it.”
His dark eyes look me up and down. “You’re not fucking answering the door in that.” He gestures to my pajamas. “Sorry, but that’s for my eyes only.” He wiggles his brows, and it makes me hate him that much more.
I stay where I am as he answers the door. I hear him say thank you before wheeling a cart of food into the room.
“Did you order room service?” I ask.
“No, I was about to ask you the same thing.” He glances down at the tray and then picks up an envelope. He flashes it to me. “It’s for the happy couple. I believe that’s supposed to be you and me, but from the…mood you woke up in this morning, I’m guessing you’re not as happy as I am.”
I walk up to him and snag the envelope from his hand. “Yeah, that’s because you had your dick played with while I was left out to dry…like every other time in my life.”Oh crap. Crap. Crap.
How on earth did that just come out of my mouth?I open the letter—ignoring Brody’s stare completely—and read it out loud.
“‘Maggie and Brody, thank you so much for coming to the rescue last night. We’re so appreciative. Please consider your stay here on the house. All meals and drinks are taken care of as well. Below is the number to your own personal butler. He’ll be at your service whenever you need him. Please join us for mimosas at ten by the pool this morning. Very grateful, Reginald Hopper.’”
