Page 6 of Bridesmaid for Hire
I glance down at the invite, my finger trailing over the gold embossed names.
Haisley Hopper and Jude Galloway
Can I really pull this off?
Fly to Bora-Bora, attend the wedding, get close enough to Reginald to make a good impression?
Seems like a suicide mission if you ask me.
How could this possibly work?
Sure, I could attend the wedding, but would there really be a spare second where I can really talk to him, person-to-person?
Reginald will be busy with his family. I’m not sure he’d even give me a moment of his time. Not to mention, he probably wouldn’t even recognize me.
“I don’t know,” I say as I try to hand her back the invitation.
But she doesn’t take it.
Jaleesa places her arm on mine. “Brody, if this is what you want, if you truly believe in your proposal, then it’s gut-check time. You need to do everything possible to gain the upper hand over Deanna. Right now, she has the level up on you. So, you either take this opportunity and make the most of it, or you sit back and hope that when Reginald gets back from Bora-Bora, he’s willing to listen to you despite having wedding heart eyes.”
God.Wedding heart eyes.
She’s right. The old man is going to come back from celebrating his daughter’s love, probably full of critiques or praises and will want to apply it to a new venture. And Deanna’s proposal will be there, begging to be that venture.
“When you put it like that…” I grumble, making her laugh.
“Looks like you’re going to Bora-Bora.”
I drag my hand over my face. “How the hell am I supposed to afford that?”
“Cheap flight and renting a room from a local. Spend your money on clothes and drinks. Fake it until you make it.”
I blow out a heavy breath. “Jesus…I’d better win this proposal.”
CHAPTER TWO
MAGGIE
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THOSEMOVIESwhere the camera focuses on the main character, strutting through their day, chest puffed, a large grin spread across their face, everything going the way they so expertly planned while the song,Walking on Sunshineplays in the background, letting all viewers know that life doesn’t get any better than this?
Well…that is me.
Consider me #blessed.
The sun is shining.
I’m in a tropical paradise.
My breasts have never looked better in a two-piece.
And my spray tan gives me an earthy glow that makes it seem like I’ve been on this island for a month, when in reality, we’re looking at day one.
Low-slung sun hat, large black sunglasses, and a pink sarong that shows just enough to turn heads but still covers the daredevil thong bathing suit bottom I chose.
Yup…you guessed it. I’m here on vacation for one purpose and one purpose only: to meet a man in a Speedo and have ravenous sex with him on the edge of the private plunge pool in my over-the-water bungalow with a view of Mount Otemanu.
It’s why my breasts are barely covered by the triangles of my bikini top. It’s why I went with the high-waisted thong to show off my curves, and it’s why I sprayed perfume on my neck, wrists…and inner thighs.
