I bite my lips, and she presses her hands to her face.
“No. No, no, no. This can’t be real. I can’t marry you! My sister is getting married. She’ll kill me!”
“Will you stop worrying about your sister for five goddamned minutes?”
“I thought it was fake!” she blurts out. “I thought because the minister was an actor–”
“You do know that a minister in Vegas, right?”
Amanda has the spice to shoot me a full-blown glare and it lights a Godzilla level fire inside me.
Mostly in my crotch.
“Of course I know that. Don’t be an ass.” She stops, blushes, goes on. “Respectfully. I’m serious though, Callum. He didn’t look like a professional. I doubt that it was a real church.”
“I doubt the place would even pass OSHA. But that’s not what matters right now. What matters is that you and I, intentionally, or not, got married.”
Amanda takes a deep breath and lets it out, pacing the floor next to me. “Okay. Alright. We can fix this. We can call whoever we need to call, and we can get divorced. Or annulled. It’s only been a few days. No one will ever know it happened, and we can move on and–”
“Or,” I hold up my hand and she stops. “We don’t.”
“I’m sorry what?”
I pause, questioning the words funneling their way to my mouth and say them anyways. “Maybe…we stay married. And kill two birds with one stone.”
“Why the hell would we stay married?”
A smirk tugs at my lips. “Think about it. That night was hot.”
“Hot enough to get married? I’m not a relationship counselor but I don’t really think that’s a solid enough reason to say I do.”
I take a step closer to her, my bottom lip dragging through my teeth. “We can forget about this. About everything we’ve done. Everything we did to each other. Though that might be kind of hard considering we’ve been naked together.”
Amanda holds her posture but her cheeks flush. I forgot how much I love that. How it spread from the swell of her breasts that are beautifully showcased right now by a tight, lace, plum colored top.
“Again, not a reason to get married.”
“You can’t deny we had chemistry…”
“We had alcohol.” Amanda is trying her best to counter my words with her own. But her body is telling me she feels differently. Then she manages to ask, “Why would you want to be married to me?”
“Because it could be very advantageous. For both of us.”
Chapter 10
Amanda
Ifucked my boss.
That is not something I ever thought I’d say.
That’s not a me thing to do.
A Kate thing maybe.
But not me.
Yet here I am saying it and as hard as I have tried to wake up from this whole nightmare, it turns out this is very much my reality.
