Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
"I mean that I went to do my taste testing last night, and Luke is the one who cooked for us." I put my cup of coffee down and ignore the way my palms got sweaty from saying that. Or the fact that my stomach did a flip at the mention of his name, or the fact that my heart is beating so hard in my chest I’m having trouble controlling my breathing.
"Awkward,” Presley says. "This explains why you look like shit." I flip her the bird. "Did you tell Edward?"
I glare at her. "What was I supposed to tell him?" I grit out through clenched teeth. "Please tell me what I was supposed to say, exactly. This is Luke. We banged once, and he took off the day after. Oh, I think we should go with the salmon."
"I'm sorry.” Shelby holds up her hand. "Hold the phone. Did you just say you banged Luke?"
"Called it!” Presley leans back in her chair, and I just glare at her. "Obviously, that's beside the point. What did Luke say?"
"Nothing." I shake my head. "I mean, I think he was shocked I was the bride, and I felt him staring at me the whole time, but I didn't give him the time of day."
"Savage,” Shelby says. "But I'm just going to state the obvious. It's bothering you."
"It is not," I counter so fast it would give anyone whiplash. "I'm pissed. There is a difference."
"But if you felt nothing, you wouldn't even be pissed,” Presley points out, holding up her hands when I'm about to tell her to fuck off.
"I'm pissed because I was caught off guard,” I say, at the same time that my subconscious laughs at me. "Also, what kind of question is that?" The irritation in my voice is very apparent.
"I am not the enemy,” Presley reminds me. "I'm just stating that if you feel this way—"
I stop her before she finishes the sentence because she isn't the only one who was thinking about this, and I put a quick stop to that one. "I don't feel any way," I snap.
"Okay, let me rephrase it for her." Shelby tries to defuse the bomb about to go off inside me. "If you feel that strongly about not working with him, then why don't you just switch to another vendor?"
I groan, thinking about stomping my feet like a kid having a tantrum. "Because you all know he’s the best out there," I admit, and they share a look, neither of them sure what to say. "Ugh, fine, whatever. I'll just deal with it." I look at them. "I can make it work."
"What if you just ask to work with someone else?" Presley asks.
"So he can know that he gets to me?" I ask, and then I catch my words. "Even though he doesn't."
"He for sure doesn't get under your skin one little bit,” Shelby says, and she rolls her lips.
"I hate you both," I say, getting up. "Is the mock-up for my wedding day done?"
"It is,” Presley confirms, standing. "Do we want to see it?"
"Can we get in a better mood before?" Shelby suggests, climbing out of her chair. "The last time you were in this mood when choosing the invitation for your wedding, it did not bode well." I might have gone off on the graphic designer just a touch, and she might have left in tears.
I stop in my tracks. "She said I didn't make her cry." I throw up my hands in frustration.
"She lied,” Presley says. "Just like you are lying to yourself about—"
I hold up my hand to stop her from talking. "If you say his name, I'm going to throat punch you and make you wear a hat to my wedding."
She laughs at me. "Joke’s on you." She walks past me. "I look great in hats."
"You'll look even better with my foot up your ass," I mumble as she walks out of the room. I look over at Shelby. "Don't even start." I point at her. "Before I tell everyone you had sex in your office bathroom."
She gasps, "I did not."
I fold my arms over my chest. "Right there," I mimic her. "Yes, right there," I groan. "Don't stop," I moan.
"I can't get any privacy in this place," she huffs and walks past me. "Yeah, well, I bet you pictured Luke naked last night."
I roll my eyes. "Mature." I avoid looking at her eyes because I did indeed think of him naked last night, but I also thought about him naked this morning and again right this minute. "I'm so screwed,” I mumble to myself as I walk over to the venue space, ignoring the way my sister laughs at me.
Chapter 6
Luke
My phone rings from the bedside table, and my eyes open once and then close again, ignoring it for a minute. I'm on my stomach in the middle of the bed with my face down on one of the pillows that smell exactly like her. My cock goes even harder as it presses into the bed and the images of her pushing me down and riding me. I groan in frustration. All fucking night, that is the only thing I dreamed of. It was the only thing in my dreams. Everywhere and nowhere. If I closed my eyes tight enough, I could even hear her calling my name over and over again. My arms wrapped around her waist, her head thrown back as I kissed her throat.