Page 14 of Rim Job

“What? He’s here? Who else knows he’s here?” I shriek.

“No one. I answered the door. Glory and Ev are getting ready. Why is this man calling himself your husband? What the fuck happened last night?”

Now that the evidence of my fuck-up is on my door step, I need to come clean to Jen. Maybe it will help to have someone to talk to about this.

“Somehow, we got married last night.”

“What!” Jen shouts as her eyes shoot wide.

“Shh!” I whisper-shout and jump, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer to me.

“I don’t want anyone to know, okay? We are getting an annulment as soon as possible, and I can forget this ever happened. Well, if I even remembered it in the first place. It’s Glory’s wedding day. It’s her day. I don’t want this idiotic thing that I don’t even remember taking away from her day.”

“You don’t remember marrying him?” Jen’s face is laced with confusion.

“Nothing.” I shake my head. It only serves to cause more pounding in my temples. “I don’t remember shit after we left the strip club. It’s all a big blank until I woke up naked in that man’s bed.” I point toward the front door where I hope neither Glory or Evelyn have met my husband.

“Holy fucking shit, Ti! Holy shit! You’re married? I can’t fucking believe it! Holy shit! Okay…shit!” Jen takes a breath, trying to calm herself. “Okay. I’ll keep it to myself. We can figure out how to fix this after Glory is married. Right now, you better go see what he wants before someone sees his fine ass.”

“You think he’s fine?”

For some reason, her opinion actually matters. Though, I’m not going to explore why right now.

“Um, duh.” She rolls her eyes before narrowing them at me, looking at me like I’m the dumbest person on Earth. Which, right now, in this moment, I’m about certain I am. “He’s gorgeous, but add that accent, and I can see why you might have locked that shit down.”

I swat her arm before I head toward the bathroom door.

“Ti.”

“Yes?”

“You might want to put a robe on. Or are you going for easy access?”

I look down and see I am, in fact, only wearing a towel.

“Crap. Thanks.” I grab my robe, hanging on the back of the door, and wrap it around me, towel and all. I need as much of a barrier between that cock monster and my slutty vagina as I can get.

Apparently, they make terrible decisions when they get together.

7

CHRISTINA

Iopen the door, and all the breath leaves my body. Rimmington Banks leans against the wall across the hall as if he hasn’t a care in the world. It’s as if the matter of our mistaken marriage has no effect on him. He’s effortlessly nonchalant while I’m all unkept anxiety and mentally in shreds. His perfect body—which I am now mentally picturing naked—is covered in a gray three-piece suit that’s tailored to his every muscled feature. And here I am, looking especially extra mousy and underdressed, sans make-up, with my long chocolate-colored tangled locks dripping water down my terry cloth robe.

I think I might hate him.

“Christina.” My name comes out almost a purr in that deep, lilted voice as he pushes himself away from the wall and takes a step toward me. He pauses, and his siren song calls to my clitoris as if he is singing just to her. I might not recall everything that transpired between us last night, but my body must. My tensed muscles begin to relax a bit just being in his proximity. A warmth spreads through my limbs. This is what I will refer to as the Rim Effect.

“Damn, you are beautiful, aren’t you my wife?”

Wife. That word, it’s like dousing a burning ember with a bucket of cold water. Just like that, I begin to tense again. My temples throb from the remnants of alcohol still pumping through my system.

Wife.

My anger and frustration with this situation slowly bubble back to the surface. Then he smiles, a devilishly handsome smile. He is sin incarnate wrapped in a gorgeous posh exterior. That sexy smile is like oxygen to that little dying ember, and it begins to turn into a tiny flicker of lust. For as angry as I am, I’m just as turned on.

I’m definitely physically attracted to him. I doubt you could find any woman who wouldn’t be. That sexy cleft in his chin only highlights his chiseled jaw, and his rock-hard body wrapped up in the finest, perfectly tailored suit I have ever seen is mouthwatering. Seriously, he must have the best tailor in the world.

---