“No!” Imogen shrieked.
“I’ve already got the seating chart finalized,” I said after a moment.
“Do them again. It’s my wedding too, and I want what I want. Put these glasses out there as well,” Teddy said, walking up to me with the goblets.
I looked to Imogen.
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed.
“You better,” Teddy warned, waving one of the twisty champagne flutes at me.
“You better step the fuck back,” Evan said, his voice a low growl from the doorway. Teddy blanched and jumped back as Evan crossed the room in long, angry strides to position himself in front of me. “Don’t come into my house and threaten my girlfriend.”
I mentally face-palmed.
This was supposed to be a secret…
“Your girlfriend?” Imogen said in horror.
“Yes,” Evan said flatly. “If you have a problem with it, then you can forget about this wedding that I am paying for.”
“You all just want to ruin things for me!” Imogen started sobbing.
“We’re all on Team Bride,” I assured her, using my best customer service voice. “This is going to be a memorable wedding.”
“That’s right! You’re giving everyone a puppy!” Evan’s stepmother reminded her daughter.
More mental face-palming.
“Let’s leave Ivy and Mika to work on the gift boxes,” Evan’s stepmother told Imogen. “You need to rest up for your bachelorette party!”
Mika and I sorted through the gift-box items after her family left. “These are going to be nice,” Mika said. She sniffed one of the candles. “These smell so yummy!”
“They’re handmade in Harrogate,” I told her. “They’re lavender and thyme.”
“Why don’t you go home, Mika?” Evan suggested.
She raised an eyebrow and looked between us. “Is any work going to get done here?”
“I can stuff gift boxes like no one’s business!” Evan said, his lower lip catching in his teeth as he winked at me. I blushed.
“If you really don’t need my help, I have a shipment of puppies coming in three days that I need to puppy-proof for,” Mika said, standing up.
This time I did actually face-palm.
Nothing was going as planned. After the disaster that was that first Harrington wedding, something going right would have been a nice change of pace. Of course, that would have been too much to ask.
Evan stood up, a positively predatory look in his eyes. There was one thing that was going right.
He swooped up behind me and lifted me out of my chair, his arms around my hips. I could feel the bulge poking through his slacks against my ass.
“Where is that skimpy little outfit you were wearing earlier?” he whispered against my neck.
“Guess,” I teased, wiggling back against him. Evan turned me around and pulled me in for a kiss. I moaned, arching against him. Then, in one smooth motion, he pulled my shirt up and over my head, tossing it away.
“Shit, Ivy,” he said hoarsely, his large hands running over the bare skin of my torso, cupping my tits through the lacy bra.
“You want to see the rest?” I shimmied out of my skirt, letting him run his hands over the skimpy panties as I undid his slacks, letting them pool on the floor. He stepped out of them then dug his hands into my ass and carried me over to his sofa. He landed beside me, kissing me as we fell. Tingling surged through me. His mouth was hot on my nipples through the lingerie.
