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“Oh, he for sure did,” Sloane says as she picks at the dirt on her face. “Tailbone to ball sack, those pants are done.” Leave it to her to give a description.
“Ah, okay.” Archie stands straight and looks around. “Want me to find you a towel or something to cover up?”
“It’s fine,” Sloane says nonchalantly as if she deals with this kind of thing every day. She takes her hat off her head. “I’ll just cover him up with this, but suffice to say, our time at the club is done for the day.”
“I would say so,” Archie says on a chuckle.
“Go ahead, stand up. I’ll protect your modesty due to your lack of underwear.”
Why does she have to put it like that? Does she not remember where we are? That maybe there should be an ounce of class coming from her?
Just wanting to get the hell out, I stand and quickly take the hat from Sloane, covering my backside with it.
“That looks normal,” she says.
I give her a death glare and turn to Archie and Sheridan. “So incredibly sorry about all of this. I promise, this isn’t the norm for us.”
“I kind of wish it were,” Archie says, clearly having a good sense of humor. “Let me call you a car to take you back to your hotel.”
“That would be much appreciated,” I say.
And with Sloane’s hat attached to my ass and a light breeze puffing up between my legs, we shamefully walk through the club, all eyes on us.
Not the best first impression.
Chapter Nineteen
SLOANE
To say the hotel room is frosty would be an understatement.
In the car, not a word was said.
You could have heard a pin drop in the elevator.
And now that we’re in our room, the only sound filtering through the space is the heavy breathing of a very pissed-off Hudson.
And I don’t know why he’s mad at me. I’m not the one who started this entire thing.
Actually, I killed it at the club before he tackled me like a three-hundred-pound linebacker looking for his fiftieth career sack. I had a very enjoyable tea with Sheridan, where we discussed the dress fitting I needed to schedule. She showed me pictures of her gown and the flowers and the venue. It all looked so dreamy. We ate scones; she introduced me to clotted cream and taught me how to make the proper cup of tea. Note: As per the English, add milkbeforethe tea is poured. Very important to protect the china. Apparently.
When we met with the guys out in the courtyard, it seemed like they’d had just as good of a time, not to mention, neither of them smelled like cigars, so a plus for the ladies.
It was all good…until it wasn’t.
And if he expects an apology from me, he is sorely mistaken. If anything, I deserve an apology because my ass was the one that was on full display.
I was the one who was mooning the courtyard, giving them a bit of an afternoon delight.
A little bit of crumpet with their tea, if you know what I mean.
And that was humiliating.
It was like he reverted back to his old ways again, didn’t trust that I knew what I was doing and tried to fix a problem before there was even a problem to fix.
So…yeah, he should not be mad at me. He should be?—
“That was humiliating,” Hudson says from the bedroom doorway, looking pissed and ready to fight.
