Page 73 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“No, what else do you want to get out of this? I understand the initial trade that occurred, but is there more you want?”
“I mean, we are going to London together. We have to act like we’re married in front of a lot of people. He can be very affectionate in a way that I wasn’t expecting, and it’s…it’s going to be hard sharing a hotel room with him where I’m not allowed to play around, even though I’m going to desperately want to. I just want to…enjoy myself while I have the chance and, when this is all over, just move on.”
“Do you think you can do that? Move on?” Melva asks.
“Of course,” I answer. “I’ve never been really emotionally attached to anyone besides my family. I don’t think it’ll be a problem at all. Plus, as much as I think Rossell is hot and I want to see him naked, I knowfor a fact that he’s also not the relationship type. So there’re no feelings there.”
“This is purely carnal?”
“Yes,” I say.
Melva nods. “And what’s the holdup?”
“Our brother,” I answer. “They’re friends and well, he doesn’t want to ruin that relationship. Not to mention, he thinks I’m too young.”
“Aww, good plot, good plot.” Melva nods her head, as if she’s seeing a book come to life right in front of her. “And what have you done to try to get him to break?”
“Nearly everything short of actually making a move, and I fear the way he’s been acting, he might ask me to put clothes on, and I don’t think my confidence can take that hit.”
“And he’s still not budging?”
“Nope,” I say.
“Well then, there’s only one thing left to do.”
“What?” I ask, feeling like I’m about to be blessed with the golden key to all answers.
“Nothing,” Melva says and then bites her pizza.
My hope for an answer tumbles to the ground.
Nothing?
That’s her grand plan? Her smart idea? For me to do nothing?
Did she mention if she was a bestselling author? Because I would not read that book.
So glad Stacey brought her here to eat our pizza and offer nothing of value.
“Wow, solid advice,” I say with an edge to my tone. “Stacey and I never would have thought of that.”
Stacey turns toward Melva and says, “You’ll have to excuse my sister. She can be an ass when she’s horny.”
“I can sense her aura.” Melva waves her hand at me. Motioning to myhead, she says, “Very red in the brain.” Then she moves her hand to the southern part of my body and says, “Very blue in the crotch.”
I place my hands over my lap. “Please don’t call my crotch blue…or saycrotch. It’s a gross word.”
“Sorry, your vaginal walls are very blue.”
“Okay, wasn’t looking for a gynecological exam here.” I go to stand. “It was nice meeting you, but I should get back to my husband.”
“So you can continue to be frustrated? You realize if your vaginal walls turn purple, it’s the end for you.”
“You realize that what you’re saying is not actually a thing?” I look at Stacey and say, “I love you, but this was weird.”
“Sit down, Sloane. Let her explain,” Stacey says in an exhausted tone.
“She did explain. She said I should do nothing. How is that helpful?”
