“I didn’t say there was. I’m actually good at them. Exceptional gag reflex. Great with my hands. Oh, and masturbating in front of a guy w?—”
“Jesus, Melanie,” he cut in, dragging a hand through his hair. “What happened to dropping the sex talk?”
“Talking about sex is most of the fun.” I winked, letting my voice purr as I matched his energy. Dangerous game, but screw it. If I had to fake this marriage, I might as well flirt with the devil.
He shook his head, laughing as he exhaled slowly. “Only you, princess.”
“Are we ever going to talk about how we fell in love? People will ask that after they find out we got married on a whim.”
“Because of my dick.”
The words hit me harder than they should have. I bit down on my bottom lip, not wanting to admit that now I was curious.
Dropping my head into my hands, I groaned. “Nick, focus.”
“I’m kidding. The night I saved you from the bar is how this whole thing got started.”
“Saved me,” I scoffed. “You didn’t save me.”
“Uh, yeah, I did. Not only were you about to get manhandled, but you were about to get behind the wheel of a car that wasn’t even yours and drive drunk. So yeah, I saved your ass, big time.”
I rolled my eyes, hiding the burn of guilt that flickered behind them. “Okay, so then what? Did we have a one-night stand?”
“Sure, if you want my family and everyone else to think you’re easy.”
“Excuse me, I’m not easy.”
“Then better not tell people we slept together the first night I took you back to my place. Besides, anyone who knows me won’t buy that.”
“Why? You don’t have one-night stands?”
“I do, and I have. But I wouldn’t marry a girl who did.”
Ouch. His words landed like a slap across my pride, but I refused to flinch. I crumpled the sugar packets into a ball instead, giving my hands something to do.
“Fair enough.”
“So, how did we end up on this trip together?” I asked, forcing the shift
“Easy. After exchanging numbers and getting to know each other—working together—you asked me to go with you because you secretly liked me so damn much you couldn’t resist.”
“No,” I say quickly.
“No?”
“I would never ask a guy I barely knew to go on a trip I planned to be a girls’ trip.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I don’t chase men. So let’s say I wasn’t going to go because I didn’t want to go alone, and you offered to go as a friend. And as we became each other’s wingmen, during that time, we realized how much we liked each other… because we’d get jealous. One thing led to another, and we ended up falling for each other. Then—boom—married.”
“So specific.”
“I read a lot of romance.” I shrugged.
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” He sing-songs
“Exactly.”
