Page 23 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“Sex,” the woman said, dropping the s-bomb and sending his heart rate back into overdrive.
“What about it?” he sputtered.
“How long after meeting did you sleep together?”
Dammit.
“That happened about an hour after we kissed,” Georgie answered.
The wedding frau pursed her lips. “And you stopped hating each other in that short amount of time?”
Georgie shook her head. “No, I thought he was an asshat at that point.”
“Asshat?” Mrs. Lieblingsschatz repeated with a crinkled brow.
“Well, more like the Emperor of Asshattery,” Georgie corrected.
This was not going as he’d expected. First time hate sex or not, they needed to keep up a united front. He’d hardly had a moment to think before the wedding nymph returned and whispered something into the frau’s ear.
The frau nodded. “Ah,eni blödhammel.”
“Blödwhat?” he asked.
Mrs. Lieblingsschatz gestured toward the slight woman, standing next to a giant vase, and he did a double take.
Had she been there the whole time?
“My assistant did a rough translation of the English wordasshatinto German. Georgie thought you were a stupid mutton when she met you, yes?”
His mouth fell open, ready to set the record straight when his fiancée nodded.
“Yes, exactly,” Georgie answered.
The frau turned to him with an appraising eye. “And what did you think of Miss Jensen after you first met?”
“Well…” he trailed off, growing hot around the collar.
Georgie had made him crazy from the first moment he saw her. Granted, at the time, he was still completely committed to the hyper-masculine version of his Marks Perfect Ten Mindset protocol. And, in all honesty, it had made him act a lot like an—
“Asshat? Is that what you thought of Miss Jensen, too?” the frau questioned.
He felt his cheeks heat. “No, I didn’t think she was an asshat.”
“A stupid mutton?” the wedding planner pressed.
He pulled at the collar of his shirt. It had gotten damn hot in the lobby.
“Nope, not that either. I didn’t like her shoes or her hair,” he answered.
Christ! He sounded like an asshat or ablöd-whatever!
The frau emitted a disapproving humph as Georgie’s worried gaze screamed for him to do something.
They needed damage control, and they needed it damn quick.
He cleared his throat. “I think both Georgie and I can agree, at that point in our relationship, we hadn’t quite worked out our differences yet.”
“But you kissed and slept together within a matter of hours,” the woman supplied with another scribble in her notebook.
