Page 39 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“You even have the right facial cleanser. How did you pull that off?” she asks from the bathroom.
I take my pants off again, adjust myself in my briefs, and then move into the bathroom, where I say, “Your sister.”
“Huh, and she didn’t even tell me. She acted like she didn’t know I was going to sleep here.”
“She thought it was a wedding gift.”
Sloane’s face turns to disgust. “She thought you were giving me facial cleanser as a wedding gift, and she still let me marry you? Wow, what a sister.” She removes her toothbrush from the packaging, wets it, and places some toothpaste on it.
I do the same, and in silence, we brush our teeth. After we both spit, she says, “What a wedding night, right? Such magic, you and me, brushing our teeth in tandem. This is how I always envisioned it.”
“Are you always this sarcastic?”
“Yes.”
“You weren’t when you first started working for me.”
“Because I was trying to be a good girl.”
Why did she have to say it like that?Good girl. Fuck, I bet she’s a really good girl.
“So this is your true self?”
“Yup.” She rinses her mouth. “Consider yourself lucky. I only show people my true self when I feel comfortable.”
“Real lucky,” I say.
We spend the next few minutes getting ready for bed. We both wash our faces and apply lotion. She goes to the bathroom. I go after her, and once we’re all done, I shut the bathroom light off, and she stands at the foot of the bed.
“So this is really happening, huh? We’re doing this whole sharing-the-bed thing?” So it seems, and it doesn’t really make sense to me either. I have a large house. She could sleep in a different room. It’s not as if anyone will know she’s staying in my bed. I truly have no idea why I am subjecting us both to this. So I say the first thing that pops into my mind.
“You’re my wife, so yes.”Idiot.
“Mm-hmm, you keep saying that, so I want to be clear: Do wifely duties also include…other things?”
Fuck. No.Jude would make sure my body was never found.
“No,” I say as I move toward the right side of the bed, the one that’s closest to the door. It’s not my normal side, but also, she shouldn’t be the one that’s closest to the door; it should be me.
“So I don’t have to do any fondling or sucking or riding or faking?—”
I snap my head around to look her in the eyes. “You wouldn’t be faking it with me.”
“Ooh, looks like I pressed a hot button.”
“No, just making sure you have your facts straight.”
She slips into bed and sinks down onto my pillow.How is she not at all resistant to sleeping in my bed?
“How do you know I wouldn’t need to fake it? You might have been with girls with an easy trigger…or you might not have known if they were faking it because they were good actresses.”
“They were not faking it.”
She shrugs. “Okay, guess I’ll just have to take your word for it. And if we’re sharing, I’d like you to know that I’m amazing at giving head. It’s my specialty.”
Not something I needed to know.
“As for the orgasm department, I’ve only had one guy who could deliver. It was pretty good. Actually, I’m lying; it was really good.”
