Page 170 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Truffle fries.
And…oddly a salad.
Wouldn’t expect her to order a salad; then again, I could see her ordering it for me.
“Oh my God, these pretzels are incredible,” Sloane says midchew. “I want to share, but also, I kind of don’t.”
I take a seat next to her and drape my arm along the back of the couch. “Yeah, you’re going to have to share.” I pluck one of the pretzels from the plate and dip it in the sauce. When I bring the pretzel up to my lips, I watch her act cutely shocked that I would take one of her pretzels. “Mmmm, delicious,” I say after taking a bite.
“Wow, and here I thought you lived by the mottohappy wife, happy life.”
“I do. If I’m properly fed, I’ll have the energy to properly pleasure you, which makes you happy.”
“I don’t know, I’m thinking this pretzel is better than sex right now.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking this pretzel is better than your pussy.”
She gasps, which makes me laugh.
“Don’t shoot fire if you can’t handle it coming right back at you,” I say.
“You know, just for that, no more sex for you,” she replies with a lift of her chin.
“Good luck keeping my cock out of your mouth.”
“Hudson Hopper!” Her lips tilt up at the corners. “Sir, what has gotten into you? You’re so lively and…and comedic.”
“That’s what happens when you tear down my walls.”
“Aww.” She presses her hand to her heart. “You saying you can be yourself around me?”
“Yeah…I think I can.”
“I don’t think we wore the right thing,” Sloane whispers from the corner of her mouth.
I glance down at her leggings and crop top, and then to the ladies dressed in full Regency-style dresses with empire waistlines, pale hues, and lace.
“Um, yeah, I don’t think we got the memo.”
“We look like fools, especially you.”
“You’re the one showing midriff,” I counter.
“And you’re the one in joggers, a T-shirt, and a paisley floral ascot.”
Which is nearly choking me to death.
“What was I supposed to say when the guy twice my age with the bushy eyebrows told me to wear it?”
“I don’t know, tell him no?”
“I panicked,” I say.
“Not a very Hudson Hopper thing for you to do.”
“I panic all the time; I just don’t show it.”
“Well, it’s showing in the form of a cravat today.”
