Page 130 of Bridesmaid By Chance
The sound of fabric tearing.
The breeze…
Did I rip my pants?
“You’re suffocating me,” Sloane says as I grip her and roll us over in a state of panic so I’m on my back and Sloane is on top of me.
“What on earth are you doing?” she asks, her arms clamped to her side, her hat poking me in the face.
“Fuck,” I mumble. “I felt a breeze.”
“Yeah, so do I and I’m the one wearing a skirt with a thong.”
“Shit,” I mutter as I see the skirt of her dress getting blown by the wind.
“Let go of my hands, Husband,” she grinds out.
I release her, and she presses her dress down, but it’s too late because we have caused quite the commotion as everyone out in the courtyard has their eyes on us, including Archie and Sheridan, who are both covering their mouths and chuckling.
Fuck, this is not how it was supposed to go.
Embarrassment stains my cheeks because, sure, Archie and Sheridan might be chuckling, but this is still business. This can still hurt me. We have very few chances to make a positive impression, and this is one that I don’t want to make.
“Was your ass out?” I ask her.
“What the hell do you think? I’m wearing a dress, and you just flopped me around like a fish out of water. My ass is definitely imprinted in the minds of every human out here. All because you felt a breeze. What is wrong with you?”
“Sloane.”
“I mean, if you feel a breeze, don’t make it easier for people to see that breeze take flight up my skirt.”
“Sloane…”
“Especially in such a place of high society. Thank God I lotioned my ass cheeks today, imagine everyone seeing them all dry and pasty.”
“Sloane,” I say in a sterner voice.
“What?”
“I…I think I tore my pants.”
“You ripped your pants? Like in your knee? Big whoop. Sure, it’s less than dignified, but it’s not your entire ass waving hello to the courtyard.”
“Not in my knee. In my butt.”
“Your butt?” She looks down at me and then back up. “So?”
Clenching my jaw, I add, “And I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“You’re not… Oh.” A smile tugs on her lips.
“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare.”
She covers her mouth, her shoulders shaking in laughter.
“Stop. Don’t you dare laugh.”
She leans in closer and asks, “Why don’t you have underwear on?”
