Page 59 of Accidental Husband
"You don't care that I'm engaged?"
He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. "Are we doing anything your fiancé wouldn't like?"
Right. We're just dancing. But something tells me Adrian wouldn't let a little thing like an engagement stop him from having fun. "He isn't the boss of me."
"Smart." His finger drift down my lower back. "You're smart to come here."
"Am I?"
"Yeah." His fingers skim the top of my ass. "You need to have fun before you settle down."
Fuck, this is weird. I pull back.
"You want to have some fun with us?"
My gaze shifts around the room, but I can't find Griffin. Just a throng of people dancing, laughing, making out.
It's nice, normal fun.
Okay, it's notnice,but it is normal fun.
I should go with him.
I should tell him I want one last fling before I get married.
I should kiss him. Right now.
"Adrian?" I stare up into his eyes. Try to find the desire to kiss him. He's handsome and tall and funny. Yeah, he's overly willing to bang an engaged woman, but he's not the one who's engaged.
He's not the keeper of my chastity.
If I fuck him, it's my decision. My mistake. My betrayal.
I mean, there's no betrayal. It's all fiction. I don't blame the coworker who fucked Jackson.
I don't even know her name.
Okay, that's a lie. I stalked his Facebook after he told me. I stared at her pictures, their pictures, for hours, wondering how I could be so stupid not to see it.
But I don't blame Patricia.
It was his decision. His betrayal. His inability to keep his dick in his pants.
"Yeah?" He brushes my hair behind my ear. The way Griff did. But it feels different. Awkward.
Even so, I close my eyes. Rise to my tiptoes. Press my lips to his.
I'm kissing this guy.
God, it's so weird. He tastes like stale beer. And he smells like smoke.
This is just—
"Hey." Fingers curl around my upper arm. "Was looking everywhere for you." Griffin pulls me away from Adrian.
Adrian's expression flashes with fear. "Are you the—"
Griffin looks at mehuh?
