“What the hell,” I finally said. “Why not?”
“Is that a yes?”
We took the shots and chased them with limes.
“That’s a yes,” I breathed. “I’ll marry you.”
“Fuck yes.”
He took me in his arms and kissed me one more time.
Then we both freshened up. He put on a suit before we got into the elevator, headed downstairs, and got into his private driver’s limo.
“Where to, Boss?” the man asked.
“Freddie’s Walk-in Chapel.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This wasreally happening.
“You sure you’re in for this?” he asked me.
I popped a bottle of champagne and poured a couple of glasses. “Till death do us part, honey.”
He wrapped his arm around me, and I shrugged and took out my phone. ”Or at least, from now until the summer.”
I grinned ever so slightly as we clinked glasses. The funny thing was, I never would have gotten married if I knew it was ‘until death do us part.’ I just wasn’t that kind of girl.
Six months of being married to Dustin seemed to me, at the very least, a sort of fun adventure.
What can I say? It seemed like a great idea at the time.
“Hey everyone, we’re getting hitched!” I said into my Snapchat, then kissed Dustin on the cheek.
After I direct-sent the snap to Pheobe—because I didn’t think she would believe me if I just messaged her—I turned to Dustin. “What are the terms, exactly?” I asked him as the limo rolled through the bright streets of Las Vegas.
“Well, we get married, you keep your visa, and you stay in my bed as my sex slave for life,” he said.
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious,” he said, then winked. “I had Freddie write that language into the marriage certificate.”
I laughed. “I get what’s in it for me—the visa. But what’s in it for you? This is all just for good PR?”
He rubbed his hand along my thigh, as my dress rode up my leg. Something coiled inside me when he touched me. “Arm candy,” he winked.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t usually get dressed up like this. I’m a doctor, so I’m much more often in a white lab coat then a skintight red dress.”
“Well I’m going to see about changing that,” he said. I shook my head and took a shallow breath as his hand rode up my leg, close to cupping my ass.
“I don’t believe you. You need to tell me the truth, or this isn’t happening.”
Taking his hand away from my leg, he grabbed his champagne glass and clinked it with mine. “I don’t have the best reputation.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“I told you earlier how I’m on the cusp of being traded, right? Well, my agent told me today if I don’t do something drastic, I’ll be gone—tomorrow.Well, I could be traded anyway. But I need to shake things up and change the tide of this PR machine that’s raining down arrows on me. And you?—”
He leaned in closer. He was intoxicating.
