Page 178 of Masters of Control

“Good thing the food is here then,” Morgan said, thankful she was finally able to contribute to the conversation. She didn’t really know what to say. Noelle was… well, sometimes Morgan didn’t like Noelle very much, but everyone else did. Noelle hadn’t actually done anything to her, so there wasn’t anything she could say about it.

“Yes. Let’s go get something to eat, then hopefully, by then Asad will have texted Morgan back and we can pick out something for the rehearsal dinner,” Amy said, going into the closet to hang up the clothes she was holding. Everyone else did the same, which cleared the bed of everything but the rehearsal dinner options and the clothing Carolyn had brought over.

“Thank you,” Morgan said as they headed out into the hallway.

“Of course,” Amy replied, linking her arm through Morgan’s, a wide grin on her face. “This is exactly what friends are for. Plus… well, actually, let’s wait till we’re all downstairs.”

Curious.

Especially when Amy didn’t just wait until they were all downstairs. She waited until they were all gathered around the dining room table with their food. Then she got to her feet, holding a glass of wine in her hand.

“Since Morgan was kind enough to gather us all here today… well, I didn’t want to steal focus until we’d gotten her squared away, but since we’re basically done, I figured now would be a good time to ask⁠—”

“Spit it out,” Noelle called out. The grin on her face indicated she was teasing, and everyone laughed. Morgan did, too.

“Right.” Amy cleared her throat. “I wanted to officially ask all of you to be my bridesmaids.”

The deafening sound of excited squeals filled the room, and this time, Morgan’s response was entirely genuine. She’d wanted to be a bridesmaid ever since she saw the movie 27 Dresses, which definitely wasn’t the point of the movie, but it had looked like fun. And she really wanted to help Amy have an amazing wedding.

“Who’s going to be your maid of honor?” Carolyn asked when they were all done hugging and telling Amy, ‘yes.’

“I’m not going to have one. You and Marissa have both been my friends for the same amount of time, and I could never choose between you,” Amy said immediately—and very firmly. Carolyn made a face but quickly changed her expression to a more neutral one.

Morgan was just happy to be included. She’d have to pay close attention to the wedding this week to see what might be expected of her as a bridesmaid.

Chapter Five

Asad

Things he hadn’t thought about when he’d decided to take a fake girlfriend to his brother’s wedding—the three-hour car ride to get there and the fact he’d never been in a car for this long with a woman he was attracted to but wasn’t supposed to fuck.

Talk about hellish.

First, he had no idea what to talk about.

Second, Morgan was wearing a flirty little green sundress with white flowers, the hem landing about mid-thigh, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what her reaction would be if he reached over and put his hand on her thigh, then slipped his fingers higher and higher…

She was a good sub, so she’d probably spread her thighs wider and let him do whatever he wanted.

Then, in a week, when they got home and Lexie or Patrick or anyone else at the club found out what he’d done, they’d cut his fingers off.

Unless…

Lexie had specifically said no sex. So had everyone else, for that matter.

Did a little bit of fingering count?

He had a feeling that would be considered following the letter of the law, not the spirit.

So, he kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel… but that didn’t stop him from thinking about it.

It didn’t help that Morgan was texting nonstop with her friends. He wasn’t sure whether he had the right to ask, but eventually, the complete lack of conversation was too much for him, even with the radio on.

“Everything okay?” he asked, as her fingers furiously moved over her phone screen, swiping out a message.

“I’m not sure.” From his peripheral vision, he could see her lift her head to look at him. “If you were getting married and your bride was gaining weight, would you care?”

What the fuck?