Page 123 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Very. Are you?”

“I’ve got the hottest girl in the world in my arms, and her ass is currently pressed up against my cock. I’d say I’m extremely happy.”

“You’re such a charmer.” I giggle.

“And don’t you just know it?” He laughs, kissing my forehead. “Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

I kick my flip-flops off and sit down. Vaughn sits beside me, opens the basket, and gets the sandwiches out that we made earlier—turkey and mayo.

Yum.

Then, he pulls out a bottle of wine and a plastic glass from the side of the basket.

“When did you sneak that in?” I ask.

“I put it in when you were in the bathroom. I just forgot to tell you. Thought you might like a drink.”

“Aren’t you having one?”

“I’m driving.” He gives me a duh look.

“I know you’re driving, smart-ass, but you can have a glass, can’t you?”

“I only brought the one glass.”

“Then, I’ll share mine with you.”

He pours the wine out, and I take a sip and then hand it to him.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” I say before taking a bite of my sandwich. “It really is beautiful. And kind of romantic if you think about it.”

“I’m a romantic kind of guy.” He grins.

“Can you ever be serious for just a minute?” I nudge his thigh with my foot.

He stares right into my eyes. “Like I told you, I’m serious about you.”

Butterflies swoop into my stomach, going nuts. “I’m kind of serious about you, too, West.”

We eat and drink—well, I do most of the drinking—and we talk about everything and laugh. I laugh so much when I’m with him.

I think humor is such an attractive quality in a man, and Vaughn has it in spades. That, and a gorgeous face and smoking-hot body.

I’m a lucky, lucky girl.

I’m just nibbling on a strawberry when I remember something that I’ve always wanted to ask him. “West, can I ask you something?”

“Is it dirty or kinky?”

“No.” I giggle.

“Sounds boring to me, but go on then. I’m listening.”

I shake my head at him, my lips curved into a smile. “Why didn’t you have me fired when I stabbed you?”

He furrows his brow. “Why would I have?”

“Because you had Millie fired for incompetency. I stabbed you in one of your balls. Seems kind of worse than being incompetent. Even though she is incompetent.”