Page 61 of Three Pucking Wedding Dates

Reid throws his head back and laughs, clearly amused by my naivete. “Oakley, you’re so oblivious sometimes. But hey, if you’re not worried about it, neither am I.”

I roll my eyes at his teasing tone but can’t help but feel a small sense of relief. If Reid isn’t concerned about how our relationships might change, perhaps I shouldn’t be either.

“I have my own room from now on anyway,” I say, biting back a sarcastic remark. “So, things can be…less complicated for the rest of the trip.”

“I’ll take your stuff.”

“Reid, just let me change before you take my bags,” I plead, clutching the plush white robe around my body as if it’s a shield against his teasing.

“Too slow!” he laughs, scooping up my luggage from the corner of the room and dashing out into the hallway. His mischievous grin is the last thing I see before the door slams shut behind him.

“Reid!” I shout, my heart pounding with a mixture of annoyance and excitement as I hurry to slip on the clothes I was wearing last night, gathering them from where they lie strewn about the room. Even through my frustration, I can’t help but smile at his playfulness.

Throwing open the hotel room door, I spot Reid standing by the elevator, my bags dangling from his strong arms. He grins wickedly when he sees me coming, hitting the button and stepping inside as the doors begin to close.

“Reid Archer, you jerk!” I yell, sprinting down the hallway in hot pursuit. My bare feet slap against the carpeted floor as I barely make it into the elevator before the doors shut completely.

“Gotcha!” he exclaims, pressing me back against the cold metal wall while still holding my bags. The sudden contact sends shivers racing down my spine, both from the coolness of the wall and the heat radiating from Reid’s body.

“Give me my bags back,” I demand, glaring at him even as my heart races furiously in my chest. He’s so close I can feel his breath on my face, warm and sweet like cinnamon.

“Only if you admit that you secretly love being chased,” he teases, his green eyes dancing with amusement. The corners of his mouth twitch upward, daring me to challenge him further.

“Fine,” I huff, feeling my cheeks flush as I give in to his ridiculous request. “I love being chased, especially by you. Happy now?”

“Very,” he smirks, finally releasing me and handing over my luggage.

The elevator hums softly as it ascends, and I steal a glance at Reid. His tousled blond hair and devilish grin make my heart race even more than the chase did.

As the elevator doors slide open, I dart out into the hallway, laughter bubbling up inside me. “Catch me if you can!” I taunt, sprinting down the corridor.

“Oakley Price, you’re in for it now!” Reid shouts, chasing after me. The sound of his laughter carries through the air, filling me with warmth and happiness.

Racing down the hallway, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the thrill of the chase and the anticipation of what’s to come making my pulse race.

“Okay, Oakley,” Reid calls out, catching up to me with ease. He stops by a door and pulls out a key card, grinning wickedly. “Time’s up. Here’s your room. Now, get dressed. You have a breakfast pre-wedding event to attend.”

I step inside the room, my eyes instantly drawn to several suitcases lined up against the wall. I approach one, unzipping it and flipping the lid open to reveal its contents. My eyebrows shoot up as I take in the collection of sexy clothes laid out before me.

“Seriously?” I mutter under my breath, pulling out a barely there lace negligee that would leave little to the imagination. “This has Iris written all over it.”

“Ah, my dear sister,” Reid chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. “She does have an eye for style.”

“More like a penchant for meddling,” I grumble, tossing the negligee back into the suitcase and rifling through the other items. My fingers brush against silky fabrics and skimpy garments, each one more revealing than the last. A sigh escapes my lips, frustration bubbling up inside me. “And of course she’ll be upset at me if I just wear one of my own dresses that I brought. But how am I supposed to find something appropriate for a daytime event in this mess?”

Reid pushes off the doorframe, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. “Don’t worry, Oakley,” he says, still chuckling as he reaches for the doorknob. “I promise you’ll find something nice to wear.”

“Your promises don’t exactly have a high success rate,” I retort playfully, though I’m trying to keep my frustration at bay.

“Ouch.” He feigns hurt, pressing a hand to his heart. “You wound me.” With a final smile, he slowly pulls the door closed behind him, leaving me alone with the suitcase full of sexy clothes.

Sighing, I turn my attention back to the task at hand. I run my fingers through the assortment of clothing, hoping that Reid is right and there’s at least one outfit in here that’s suitable for a breakfast pre-wedding event. As I dig deeper into the suitcase, I let my thoughts wander—something I seem to be doing a lot lately.

I muse over the past couple weeks, how everything has changed so quickly. My life was once simple and predictable, but now it’s filled with passion, adventure, and a tangled web of relationships with the Archer brothers. It’s overwhelming and scary, but at the same time, I feel alive like never before.

Focus.

After what feels like an eternity, my fingers brush against a soft, lightweight fabric that seems promising. I pull it out of the suitcase, and a relieved smile spreads across my face as I hold it up. It’s modest enough for the event, yet still stylish and flattering.

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