Page 42 of Accidental Husband

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Both highlight my tits and ass enough to appeal to drunk strangers.

I guess I have to trust Griff. If he thinks a tight dress and heels (well, wedges) are what it takes to appeal to guys in Vegas—

Well, I don't actually want to have a one-night stand.

But I want the possibility.

I want to feel wanted.

I don my white dress, step into my silver sandals, clasp the necklace Mom bought me.

After a coat of lipstick and a little mascara, I look presentable. Pretty even.

Not like me—I don't do dress up—but maybe that's what I need.

I try to tell myself this is the right move, but it does nothing to calm my nerves.

My stomach flutters. My heart thuds. My veins buzz with energy.

If Griff says something stupid—

I just… He… I…

Ahem.

I step into the main room.

Griffin's eyes go wide. "Fuck, Jules."

"What?" I pull my arm over my chest. This is too much. I knew it. "It's… shut up."

"It's good."

My cheeks flush. "Really?"

"Yeah." He gives me a long, slow once over. "You look hot."

I swallow hard. "Thank you."

"You're definitely gonna find someone hot to fuck in that."

"Oh my God." My blush deepens. I… He… Uh… "You owe me twenty bucks."

He chuckles. "I'll buy your first round of chips."

I nodfair.

He sets his suitcase on the bed, unzips it, finds his suit.

Then he does away with his t-shirt.

Right in front of me.

Like I'm not even here.

"What are you doing?" I bite my tongue. He's… I… Uh…

"Getting dressed." He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off his hips.

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