Page 15 of Ruthless Financier
Frank, Russ, and her young assistant, Ajax, were all seated.
Her green-eyed cousin wore a green dress and walked down the aisle holding a bouquet of flowers.
All three of the men paid her attention, but my gaze stayed on the doorway.
This was the moment I had to remember for the next five years as I swore off all others. Indigo was smart, sassy and sexy, but I had no idea what she’d wear other than a “dress suitable for shared wedding pictures” as the contract stipulated.
The air around me became lighter and, a second later, the music changed. Goosebumps grew on my body and my skin had pins and needles of anticipation.
Finally she stepped through the doorway and I lost my ability to breathe.
Her white dress made her angelic. Her skin glowed. And her curves had my arms aching to hold her to me and not let go. Indigo was beautiful in a way I’d not seen in another woman. She had iridescent blue eyes that seemed even brighter now. And the memory of her lips that tasted better than chocolate made my own tingle.
But most of all, she had something else I couldn’t explain, something that had my hair standing on its ends.
Indigo made me hunger for her in a way I never had for any other woman. Yes, I wanted to fuck her, right now, in that dress that showed off her curves, but I also just wanted to hold her hand and keep her close to smell her floral perfume and maybe listen to her pert opinions.
And it wasn’t because her PR reputation was stellar.
When she placed my hand on her back to hold her for a moment for a photo, it was an electric surge more than a simple shock that rushed in my veins.
Then we turned to face the altar, but I couldn’t let her go.
I wasn’t sure that mattered. Whatever the Vegas minister said, I wasn’t listening at all, until he pointedly stared at her and asked, “Do you take this man to be your husband?”
“I do,” she said and cast her eyes down.
My fingers twitched as I resisted the impulse to lift her chin. For now, I waited. The minister turned his attention to me and asked, “And do you take this woman to be your wife?”
Desire to possess her roared in my blood, which wasn’t civilized at all. I said, “I do.”
The minister, in his all-black outfit, said casually, “Then by the power vested in me, you two are legally wed. You may kiss your bride.”
There was nothing casual about us, despite the minister’s tones. My mouth watered for another of her mind-numbing kisses that made my body ache in need.
Without waiting for an invitation, I pressed my lips to hers. Her fingers curled in my brown hair. I went deeper and forgot where we were for a moment.
It was like we were transported to another place, just the two of us, until the moment ended. My skin still stung. The rest of the world returned to color and I held her hand.
We stepped away from the altar. I held her waist as I told Russ and her assistant, Ajax, “So let’s get Mrs. Donovan moved into my penthouse.”
She glanced up at me, her lips curved. “Mrs.Steel-Donovan.”
Sassy still. I liked that about her. I massaged her back slightly and said, “Fair enough. Get everything moved. We have dinner plans, alone.”
Her eyes widened but she stayed beside me. “We do?”
I saw her other assistant, Jasmine, right on our heels.
“Did you expect your staff to stay the evening?” I asked.
She shook her head no and the other woman stepped back.
Indigo said, “No, I just didn’t know. Where are we going?”
I winked at her and said, “I like to keep you on your toes.”
“Okay,” she said warily. But she left with me.
