Me: It was fine.
Understatement of the year. It was incredible.
Cici: Good. I was worried.
Me: You shouldn’t be worrying about anything. Today’s your big day. Are you excited?
Cici: So excited! You’re coming to brunch, right?
Me: Yep, somebody needs to drink the mimosas…
Going to Matt’s text, I answer him next.
Matt: I’m heading to the airport. Are you having fun so far?
Me: So much. We were at the beach all day yesterday. It was awesome. Then we had the rehearsal and an amazing dinner afterward. Her friends and family are great.
No need to mention the end of the evening.
Matt: Wish I was there. What’s on the agenda today?
Me: Mimosa brunch, then all afternoon at the spa.
Matt: Sucks to be you. I’m boarding in a bit.
Me: Yay. I’ll leave a key under your name at the front desk.
Matt: Sounds good. Can’t wait.
Me: Me too. See you at the wedding!
Since Matt will only be here for one night, I offered to share my room. I’m excited for him to be here, not only because he’ll be a buffer in dealing with the Braden situation but also because he’s a good friend. I’ve missed hanging out with Cici and him together.
Rousing myself from bed, I dress in the pajamas they provided for the ladies’ brunch. At least getting through today will be relatively easy, considering the men and women are spending it apart. Apparently, Eli and Jackson are too possessive for a night without their women, but they did go their separate ways this morning and won’t catch sight of their brides-to-be until they walk down the aisle.
Which is when I’ll have to face Braden for the first time after the hot tub incident. Thank God I won’t have to see him all day. That doesn’t mean I won’t be obsessing over that orgasm while attempting to conceal the tidbit of information from the girls. Ugh. The last thing I needed today was that hanging over my head.
Putting my hair in a messy bun and applying a layer of lip gloss, I exit my room to wait for the golf cart to arrive that will take me to brunch. I’d usually walk, but it felt weird to be wandering the posh resort in pajamas, so I called the front desk for a ride.
“Nice PJs. You need a lift?” comes from behind me.
Oh shit.My belly drops.
With a deep, calming breath, I turn around to Mr. Talented Fingers in the flesh, looking sexy in slacks and a short-sleeved button-down. He’s smiling as if he’s happy to see me—the complete opposite of my utter mortification. My body doesn’t feel the same, however, as my core clenches in tribute to his pleasurable orgasm-inducing skills, and I can’t help but examine the hand that administered that pleasure.
Shaking myself out of it, I respond, “Uh… no. Concierge is already on the way. Thanks, though.”
“You sure? I’m heading to the main building anyway. We could flag them down as they pass.”
“I’m good.” This issoawkward. See? Bad idea. Bad, bad idea to give in to him.
He shrugs. “All right. Suit yourself. So I take it you’re pretending nothing happened last night?”
Yep.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I answer instead.
“Hmph.” His head bobs as he rocks back on his heels. “Well, enjoy the day with the ladies, then. And just so you know, I won’t be joining you in the land of make-believe. I’m not through with you yet.” He has the audacity to wink before getting in the cart and driving off.
