“I don’t want cartoon characters all over my wedding cake,” Imogen retorted.
“I thought you didn’t want a wedding cake!” Teddy yelled at her.
“If I have to have one, it has to look how I want it to look.”
“But I’m the one who wants it,” her fiancé said, pounding his fist on the table.
“I can do half-and-half,” Sophie offered weakly. “Like a peel-away.”
“No,” Imogen snapped. “It’s my wedding. It has to be exactly how I envisioned it.”
* * *
“Have you been envisioning something else?”Evan asked me after his family had left.
I glanced up at him. Gosh, he was so tall!
He looked around, took the extra plates that I was going to carry to the back after Sophie, and set them on the table. Then he bent down and kissed me. I could taste the faint trace of chocolate in his mouth. I clung to him as his strong arms wrapped around me. His large hands traveled up my thighs under my dress to cup my ass.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want me to show up at your apartment,” he whispered as his hands moved to my waist.
“I really don’t.”
“Not even if I keep doing this?” Evan asked, kissing me again.
The kiss was harder, promising more. I moaned against him as his tongue swept my mouth. One of his large hands cupped my breast, teasing it through the black dress fabric.
“I’ll bring cake,” he growled. “I’ll even dip my dick in chocolate for you.”
He kissed me again, hard, making me whimper.
“You’re just what I need,” he whispered hoarsely to me. My heart skipped. “You’re a breath of fresh air after Camilla.”
My stomach sank, and I remembered Sophie’s cautionary words.
A man like Evan is just looking for sex, not a relationship.
26
Evan
Iwas so relieved to have the property issue resolved that I didn’t even mind that I had had to waste my time listening to Imogen complain about cake. I mean, call me a traditionalist, but a wedding should have cake.
At least there was a nice reward at the end of all of this, I thought, looking down at Ivy in my arms.
“Do you want to grab a drink?” I asked, pressing kisses on her neck.
“It’s two in the afternoon!” she said then looked away. “Besides, we aren’t like that, right?”
Her words stung, but then what had I expected? Ivy had told me that her career was a top priority to her.
This way is better. Sebastian was right; you need a rebound hookup, not to fall in love.
I kissed Ivy again. She was all soft curves melting against me. She moaned softly as my hand snuck down to caress her ass, sliding between her thighs briefly before she pushed me away.
“I’ll just show up at my usual time tonight, then?” I murmured against her mouth.
“We cannot have a, well obviously, we would never have a relationship, but we definitely are not doing this hookup thing,” she warned, adjusting her dress. “We need to maintain a professional relationship.”
