I was married.
Oh god. I wasmarried.
Mrs. James.
I had to be dreaming.
Gideon and I hadn’t even kissed until we were man and wife. But here I was, draped on him, riding the elevator to the top floor of the casino where he lived.
He placed another soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. Then, the other corner. And finally, in the middle. And when he swept his tongue inside, I felt like I was the charcuterie board. I was the meat and cheese he was dining on tonight. That maybe wasn’t the sexiest way to describe the kiss, but he was a good kisser. I’d made out with a few frogs who’d never turned into princes. I knew the difference.
What a crazy thing to do. Married.
Had I drunk too much?
I’d had four... five?... Bloody Marys. But I’d hadfood. And, please. It was bourbon. But the dreamy flush that swept over my body from head to toe, filling me with warmth and amplifying the desire that had been burning since I’d first set eyes on Gideon, suggested that maybe... I’d had too much to drink.
When the elevator dinged and opened into a penthouse, Gideon broke the kiss. I blinked, dazed, and faced his place.
“Holy shit. It really is like TV.” I crept out of the elevator, getting the sense he was waiting for my reaction. “Look at this place. Don’t you get tired of all the light?”
He didn’t have blinds on his windows. His home was in the freakingsky. Who’d need drapes? The floors were done in tile similar to other flooring in the casino, but there were plush rugs scattered in strategic places—at the entry, in front of the couch, and in front of the bank of windows that let the Las Vegas neon lights in.
So much light.
I turned to find Gideon standing with his back to the now-closed elevator doors, a perplexed expression on his face. “Sometimes,” he said.
I nodded. “I bet where you grew up, it was the yard light and the stars. Like our place.”
The “our place” started a niggle in the back of my brain. I was married. Where would I be living?
I gasped. “I have work. I have a return flight tomorrow. Work on Tuesday. Monday is a day off school.” I gasped. “My friends!”
He cocked a dark brow and all my worries faded away. The man was still in his slacks, his shiny, fancy shoes, and the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up. So. Sexy.
I’d married him. I’d always wanted to get married.
Another giggle left me. Who knew I wouldn’t be a blushing bride but an alcohol-flushed one with the giggles?
My family was going to detonate when they heard about this.
A hiccup rocked my body.
Shit. I wasn’t a sexy bride. Yet he’d made me feel like one with each kiss.
Gideon’s gaze narrowed on me.
I hiccupped again.
“Let’s get you to bed, darling.”
I shook my head. “No. No ‘darling.’ That sounds fake as hell.”
The perplexed expression was back on his face. “Excuse me?”
“Have you called other girls darling?”
His mouth tightened.
