Page 57 of Let Me Say It Again

Jade:That I know.

How dumb did they think I was? I shook my head, pulling my legs up to me, curling my toes under. Whatever, fine, I wouldn’t wear black. I also wasn’t going to talk to them anymore about this. Really, I probably needed to get up and get dressed anyway, especially if I didn’t want us to be late to the ceremony.

Combing a hand through my rat’s nest, I was about to toss my phone on the bed when my phone buzzed again.

Ugh. Didn’t people know I was attending quite possibly the most important vow renewal? I chuckled to myself. Never mind. I tried it, but it didn’t sound right even to my own ears.

Reddington:Morning? It’s practically afternoon.

Jade:Yeah, well I finally had the bed to myself, so I slept like a baby.

Reddington:Have any dreams?

Jade:Just one. About you actually.

Reddington:A dirty one I hope.

Jade:It was arousing, that was for sure.

Reddington:Don’t make me get a hard-on in front of Mark.

Jade:Texting in front of the guys? Isn’t that rude?

Reddington:Tell me about your dream.

Jade:Well, the dream was of you. Are you ready for it?

Reddington:Yes.

Jade:Telling me this was finally over.

What did he expect me to say? I had a dream where I walked in on you touching yourself, and I stayed because nothing could get me to leave?

Reddington:Did you open the box yet?

Jade:No. I’ll open it later. Don’t know if I’ll make it as it is.

Reddington:Open it.

Jade:Bossy, aren’t we?

Reddington:Don’t make me come back to that room and make sure you open it.

Jade:You’re a handful.

Reddington:You’re one to talk.

Deciding I was done with this conversation and him, I finally ditched the phone on the bed, got up, and walked over to the box. “What’s in here?” I asked myself as I brought it to my ears and shook it.

Didn’t sound like a snake was living in there. Actually, could a snake live in there? Likely he would have had to poke holes on the top of the box. “All right, Red, so it’s not a snake. Then what is it?”

It was dire enough that I needed to open it right now. Was it a signed contract for his investment? Was this his way of telling me I was off the hook and didn’t have to go to the wedding? Vow renewal, whatever.

Unable to wait another second, I tore into it, removing the satin bow and discarding it on the floor along with the top of the box. A signed contract totally deserved a satin bow. Oh, yeah, I wasn’t going to have to—

Look at this silk peach gown.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat that threatened my ability to breathe. It was beautiful. Legitimately beautiful. Like I think it might have been the most beautiful thing I’d ever had the pleasure of looking at before. And I’d seen a lot of cocks hanging between massive thighs. Then I remembered what it’d felt like to wear the Regina. Maria and Karoline were right—fashion did make you feel a certain way. If it was the right piece. That was key.

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