work.. And maybe it’s because I’m pretty damn smooth.” He smiled against my lips. “Now, eat before your food gets cold. I had to go to the grocery store to get this stuff.”
It had to be the sweetest thing he’s ever done for me. Donovan knows me so well, in such a short time. He’s so great, and I don’t think he even knows it. I notice a butterfly passing by and I remember we’re in his family’s flower garden. “Do you think we should get ready now?” I glance down at my watch; it’s already noon.
He sighs. “Yeah, I guess so. I really don’t want to dress up in a tux. It’s hot as hell out here.” He wipes some beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead.
“Then let’s get you back inside before you melt,” I tease. “Besides, I need to get my hair done.”
We walk back in the house through the back door. When we do, we kiss and part ways. I run upstairs to get my beautiful new dress and Donovan goes to the guys room. I take the grand staircase back to his room, admiring all the artwork that graces the walls. I think some of these paintings are originals. Without paying any attention to where I was walking, I run smack into Adam. I almost fall down, but he catches me by my arms.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I mutter, embarrassed, my cheeks flushing. I seem to have a habit of running into people, literally.
“It’s fine, Allie,” Adam says, my name rolling off his tongue. I watch him as he lick his bottom lip. Okay, this is awkward. He still has ahold of my upper arms and I look down at his hands.
“Do you mind?” I ask as politely as I can. “I have to go get ready for the wedding.”
His fingers slide down to my elbows, but doesn’t let go. “You know, I’ve seen you looking at me, baby. I can give it to you better than that dickhead can.” His brown eyes wander down to my breasts, which are pushed up against his chest. “I’d love to see what’s under that shirt.”
WTF? “Get your hands off me! Besides, you’re dating Megan and I would never cheat on Donovan,” I hiss at him. His lips curl into a smart ass grin as he releases me.
“Fine, baby. Have it your way, but remember, I’ll be here if you ever change your mind.” He walks off in the other direction, leaving me so pissed off that I’m ready to scream. I can’t tell Megan this; I barely know her and she might think I’m lying. But I can’t not tell her because he would get away with coming on to me. I can’t tell Donovan right now; he’s getting ready for the wedding. Damn it, why does drama seem to follow me like a twisted, sick puppy dog? I let out a heavy sigh and trudge myself back to the room so I can get myself ready. I guess telling anyone is going to have to wait. Besides, I don’t want a fight to break out and ruin everything people have worked so hard on. Perhaps I should keep this to myself, at least for the time being. I will tell both of them at some point.
Chapter 12
I pull my new green dress on over my head and slip my pumps on. I don’t want to be alone, so I decide it’s best for me to be here, in the bridal spa...bathroom...whatever. I step from behind one of the changing screens. The other bridesmaids, all ten of them, are primping themselves in the mirror. Stacey is sitting in a chair getting her hair done. She hasn’t put the dress on yet, but I can’t wait to see it.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, admiring the handiwork of the stylist. Her beautiful auburn hair is pulled up with tons of bobby pins and her ringlet curls bounce.
“Oh my God, yes! I’m a wreck. I didn’t even sleep last night,” she talks so fast, then downs a glass of wine. “I hope I don’t fall flat on my face.”
I giggle. “Keep drinking that wine, then you might.” She laughs in return. “I’m sure all will be
It had to be the sweetest thing he’s ever done for me. Donovan knows me so well, in such a short time. He’s so great, and I don’t think he even knows it. I notice a butterfly passing by and I remember we’re in his family’s flower garden. “Do you think we should get ready now?” I glance down at my watch; it’s already noon.
He sighs. “Yeah, I guess so. I really don’t want to dress up in a tux. It’s hot as hell out here.” He wipes some beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead.
“Then let’s get you back inside before you melt,” I tease. “Besides, I need to get my hair done.”
We walk back in the house through the back door. When we do, we kiss and part ways. I run upstairs to get my beautiful new dress and Donovan goes to the guys room. I take the grand staircase back to his room, admiring all the artwork that graces the walls. I think some of these paintings are originals. Without paying any attention to where I was walking, I run smack into Adam. I almost fall down, but he catches me by my arms.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I mutter, embarrassed, my cheeks flushing. I seem to have a habit of running into people, literally.
“It’s fine, Allie,” Adam says, my name rolling off his tongue. I watch him as he lick his bottom lip. Okay, this is awkward. He still has ahold of my upper arms and I look down at his hands.
“Do you mind?” I ask as politely as I can. “I have to go get ready for the wedding.”
His fingers slide down to my elbows, but doesn’t let go. “You know, I’ve seen you looking at me, baby. I can give it to you better than that dickhead can.” His brown eyes wander down to my breasts, which are pushed up against his chest. “I’d love to see what’s under that shirt.”
WTF? “Get your hands off me! Besides, you’re dating Megan and I would never cheat on Donovan,” I hiss at him. His lips curl into a smart ass grin as he releases me.
“Fine, baby. Have it your way, but remember, I’ll be here if you ever change your mind.” He walks off in the other direction, leaving me so pissed off that I’m ready to scream. I can’t tell Megan this; I barely know her and she might think I’m lying. But I can’t not tell her because he would get away with coming on to me. I can’t tell Donovan right now; he’s getting ready for the wedding. Damn it, why does drama seem to follow me like a twisted, sick puppy dog? I let out a heavy sigh and trudge myself back to the room so I can get myself ready. I guess telling anyone is going to have to wait. Besides, I don’t want a fight to break out and ruin everything people have worked so hard on. Perhaps I should keep this to myself, at least for the time being. I will tell both of them at some point.
Chapter 12
I pull my new green dress on over my head and slip my pumps on. I don’t want to be alone, so I decide it’s best for me to be here, in the bridal spa...bathroom...whatever. I step from behind one of the changing screens. The other bridesmaids, all ten of them, are primping themselves in the mirror. Stacey is sitting in a chair getting her hair done. She hasn’t put the dress on yet, but I can’t wait to see it.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, admiring the handiwork of the stylist. Her beautiful auburn hair is pulled up with tons of bobby pins and her ringlet curls bounce.
“Oh my God, yes! I’m a wreck. I didn’t even sleep last night,” she talks so fast, then downs a glass of wine. “I hope I don’t fall flat on my face.”
I giggle. “Keep drinking that wine, then you might.” She laughs in return. “I’m sure all will be
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