Page 143 of One Wealthy Wedding

“That good?” Callie asks, and I nearly spit the champagne onto my lap.

“We slept together,” I say, shutting my eyes.

“Wait. I assumed you’d been sleeping together all along,” Lane says.

“No,” I exclaim. “God, no. I finally cracked, I guess.”

“Sounds like you hated it,” Callie says.

“Oh yes.” Lane nods. “Him being a virgin and all, I bet it was fumbling and terrible.” Her face is solemn.

I bark a laugh. “It was so good.” The words rush out of me. I’m not one to kiss and tell, but it feels good to admit it to Lane and Callie. “I have this bucket list, and on it are a few, um, salacious items, shall we say.”

“The bucket list has sex stuff?” Lane practically yells. “Wait. Is he doing them with you?”

“Oh my god,” Callie whispers. “Like what?”

“Nothing crazy,” I protest. “He’s doing me a favor.”

“Oh yeah, I bet he sees it that way. Just doing his duty.” Lane is smiling.

“Totally. I’m sure you had to beg him to help you with it, right?” Callie says.

“Not exactly.” I clear my throat. “His exact words were if you want to do this with anyone else, you’ll have to divorce me first.”

“Woof,” Lane says.

Callie bursts out laughing. “I don’t think you should be worried about falling for him, Cat. I think you should be worried about getting a divorce.”

“Why?” I ask.

Callie spears me with a look. “Because I don’t think he’s going to give you one.”

43

Cat

Iwander back to our suite later, open champagne in hand, and find Theo on the couch, sipping a whiskey, his laptop balanced on his lap.

I pause in the doorway. His brow furrows as he reviews something. His fingers dance over the keys. And then he lifts his head, sees me, and gives me a heart-stoppingly handsome grin.

“How was girls’ night?”

“How do you know about that?”

He sets his laptop aside and pats the plush couch. “Jonah and Miles were here. Miles was pissed about being kicked out of his room.”

I laugh and settle onto the seat next to him, turning to the side so I can admire his strong profile and his tousled hair. “I think I interrupted something.”

Theo snorts. “Miles and Lane are always going at it. I’m pretty sure he had phone sex with her in the office last week.”

My mouth parts in shock, and Theo barks a laugh. “Have I shocked you? Phone sex can be fun. Maybe add that to your list.”

“Do you think I’m fun?” The words tumble out, and I cringe. A drunk mind speaks a sober heart, I guess, though I wish mine could be a little more circumspect. I push off the couch. I need another drink for this.

“What do you mean?” Theo looks wary. And confused.

I busy myself pouring champagne into an empty glass and don’t look at Theo.

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