Page 51 of The Wife Situation

“She’s no better than your brother. She’s already playing matchmaker. I know my best friend better than anyone, and you getting intel from her adds fuel to the fire.”

“Mmm, as long as it’s to my advantage, I don’t give a fuck.” He chuckles. “She did warn me aboutyouthough.”

My face contorts. “What? Why?”

“If I recall, it was right before she threatened to cut off my dick and shove it down my throat.”

I can’t hold back the laughter. “I guess you won’t be sharing what else she said?”

“I won’t. And neither will she.” He checks his watch and opens the bathroom door, allowing me to enter. “Everything you need should be in there.”

“How much time do I have?” I ask, glancing over at him, looking like a bad boy.

“An hour anda half. If you need anything, let me know.”

“Thanks,” I say, knowing we’re arriving late. I smile, loving that he’s not too egotistical to listen to logic.

The door clicks closed, and once I’m alone, I hang the garment bag on the back door. Luxury makeup and every tool I might need for my hair are on the counter. I run my finger across the countertops, which look like they have flecks of gold in them.

This space is him. Everything about it drips luxury—from the waterfall shower and Jacuzzi bathtub with jets, to the marble floor with a bigCin the center.

“This tub is wild!” I yell, and I think I hear him laugh.

When I turn back around, I move to the bag and move the zipper down, revealing the black cocktail dress. The price tag is still attached—Valentino, $12,000.

I cover my mouth with my hand so he doesn’t hear me. This is too much for one night. For one hour. That’s what he said, right?

I remove my clothes, slide the soft material from the hanger, and step inside of it. It fits like it was tailored for me, hugging my curves. It’s elegant, but it reveals enough skin to keep it sexy.

My collarbone pops, and I spin, seeing how great it fits, accentuating my breasts and ass. I can tell he picked this out. This is his vibe; hell, it could be mine too.

I pull my phone from my jeans pocket and text Carlee because she’s in trouble. Big trouble.

Lexi

Enjoy your Bridgerton.

Carlee

Enjoy your DATE.

Lexi

It’s not a date.

Carlee

Whatever you say. He’s already outlasted your record.

Lexi

Please tell me you didn’t share THAT with anyone.

I’m choosing my words wisely, and while I want to ask her what she shared with him, I’ll respect it. Carlee would never throw me under the bus. She’s a vault, and she knows everything about me from when we met until now.Everything.She’ll do whatever it takes to help me believe love exists, so I can only imagine what she shared purposely with Easton. I have to hand it to him though; approaching her was smart.

Carlee

Anyway, have fun!

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