Page 17 of You, Me, and Forever

My gaze locked with sage green eyes, and I could still taste his whiskey on my tongue when I closed my eyes.

I’d had a fling with the enemy.

A one-night stand with the man I despised.

Two of the best orgasms of my life came from the devil himself.

I’d never had a fling. I wasn’t that girl. I was never supposed to see this man again.

I’d sneaked out of his home this morning, doing the walk of shame in my jean skirt and sexed-up hair and missing my panties that the man had torn to shreds.

He didn’t even flinch when he looked at me, and I tried desperately to act like a professional.

“Nice to meet you, Jesse,” Myles said, his gaze on the man beside me as he extended a hand. “I hear you and your fiancé are planning to get married at my fine establishment.”

You’ve owned the place for five minutes, St. James. Don’t act like you have anything to do with how wonderful it is.

“Yes. We’re so thrilled that we made the cutoff, since my girl was set on getting married here and wouldn’t consider tying the knot anywhere else.” Jesse looked down at me and winked.

He and his fiancé, Susannah, were friends of mine, and we’d grown up together.

Myles turned to look at me, his features giving nothing away.

Hell, maybe he didn’t recognize me, as I was looking pretty haggard today, and for whatever reason, all I could think about were his chiseled abs and unusually attractive penis.

I wasn’t even a fan of the penis normally, but this man was built like a Greek god.

But when he looked at me, all I saw was disdain.

I could feel my cheeks heat.

“That’s wonderful news, Jesse.” His voice sounded overly friendly as he turned his attention to me and extended a hand. “Montana, is it?”

I cleared my throat, remembering that I’d lied about my name.

I was going to have an epic fight with Violet later, because this had all been her horrible idea, and now I was in the world’s most uncomfortable situation.

“Yes. Nice to meet you, Mr. St. James.” A zip of electricity ran through my body at the contact, and I pulled my hand away quickly.

“Do you have a sister? You look so familiar,” he asked with a cocky smirk on his face, and I wanted to crawl into a hole.

“Nope. Nada. Just me. No siblings.”

“I see. So how long have you two lovebirds been together?” he asked, glancing from me to Jesse, and I realized that he thought I was the one getting married.

I pursed my lips. “I’m the wedding planner, not the bride.”

Jesse laughed hysterically, as did Howard. As if me being the bride was the most comical thing they’d ever heard.

I hate everyone today.

“Montana dated my best friend all through high school and then again over the last few years, so we never dated. Though I do think I tried first, and you shut me down,” Jesse said, and I gaped at him.

“Anyhoo, it’s nice to meet you, but we need to get outside and meet Susannah,the bride. She’s out there with my partner, Violet, discussing the layout for the tables.”

“Well, considering I own the place, I’d like to see how you set this up. I’ll join you outside,” the bastard said.

Howard clapped his hands together and smiled. “Well, isn’t this wonderful. Everyone’s been so nervous about you coming to town, Myles. Especially Montana here. She’s practically cursed your name every day for weeks.”

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