Page 27 of Taking Chances

“Just nervous. There are so many things that can go wrong tonight.”

I chuckle at her words “Don’t worry. I’ll be right next to you.”

She lets out a breath, finally letting the poor lip rest.

A little overan hour and a half later, I’m sliding the key card in the hotel room door. As the rest of the hotel, the room screams luxury, with heavy dark gray drapes that open on a push of a button and marble floors.

“Oh,” Anne says, and I realize in an instant what she’s talking about.

The king-size bed is huge but takes up most of the room. There isn’t a couch or an armchair, just a fancy chair in front of the vanity desk and mirror.

“Don’t worry, I can sleep on the floor.” Though marble wouldn’t be my first choice, I’m willing to bet these floors are heated.

“There is no floor,” Anne stammers, and she’s pretty accurate. The bed is so massive that the leftover floor is just enough to get around, but nowhere near enough to sleep comfortably.

“The bed is big enough to fit us both without it being weird.” I try to be the voice of reason, but she looks like I just murdered her cat. “Or not, if it makes you uncomfortable,” I quickly backtrack.

She lets out a huge breath. “It’s not that. You’re already doing this huge favor for me. I don’t want to force you to sleep with me on top of that.” Her shoulders sag.

I put my hands on her shoulders gently. “I’m doing this because I want to. And I’d like to think we became friends. So, there’s no reason two friends can’t sleep in the same bed.” She stares at me with wide, scared eyes, her gaze piercing through me. “OK?” I try to make my voice as soothing as possible.

“OK,” she whispers, her head slowly nodding.

“Now, let’s get ready and rock this wedding.” She smiles, lighting up the room. “You take the bathroom, and I’ll change in here.”

She repeats the nod and grabs the garment bag before heading to the bathroom while I change into my suit. I haven’t worn this in almost a year, but luckily it still fits me well. I fix my collar in the vanity mirror and get out some hair wax from my toiletry bag.

I open the metal tub when I hear the bathroom door opening. My head snaps to the tiny hallway and my breath is instantly knocked out of my lungs.

“Shit,” I murmur, the wax falling out of my hands.

I lower to the ground to pick it up, but the second glance isn’t any less fatal than the first one.

“Is there something wrong with the dress?” she asks, a rush of color spreading steadily over her cleavage.

“Nope. You look amazing.” Amazing is a harsh downplay of what stands in front of me. In place of the cute, girly woman, there’s a total bombshell looking like something out of my teenage wet dreams.

I did always have a thing for Christina Hendricks.

Her red locks frame her gorgeous face. Her lips are matching the hair, softer and plumper than I ever noticed before.

There are other things plumper than I was aware of. Her tits are practically spilling out of the dark-green dress, two tiny straps on her shoulders doing the heavy, and I meanheavy, lifting.

The lavish cleavage tightens into a snug waist and then curves into wide, feminine hips, creating a perfect hourglass figure. Her creamy leg peaks out of the high slit, giving me just enough to leave me craving more. Suddenly, my shirt’s feelingtoo tight.Was this what she was hiding underneath her flowy clothes all this time?

“It’s too much.” Her voice is insecure, and I hate it.

She’s the living embodiment of Venus and not even aware of it.

“If by too much you mean Bryce is going to regret the day he was born, then yes. But I think that’s exactly what we’re going for.” She gives me another tiny smile.

Somehow, I snap my gaze back to the mirror to deal with my hair and clip on the classic black bowtie.

“Oh, I have a bow tie for you, if you’d like.” Her voice is shy and apprehensive.

“Really?” My lips turn up as she searches her bag, giving me an even better view of her rack and—damn. My pants are getting a bit tight as well.

Her tits bounce as she lifts up and I barely manage to glance at what she’s holding out. It’s a dark green velvet bowtie, matching her dress perfectly.

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