Page 10 of One Night Bride
“Never heard of the place, sir.”
I grinned. “Me neither, but that’s where we’re going.”
5
Esme
“Dammit, Izzy,” I muttered under my breath, reading the text on the screen of my cell phone.
Amelia:I saw Ashley at Coffee…is there something you need to tell me? I can be over later this afternoon…
Esme:I’m working.
Amelia:I am too, beyotch. But I’m never too busy to hear about my favorite sister getting nailed by a cowboy in Tahoe.
Esme:Sounds like you already got the details. And since when am I your favorite?
Amelia:SO IT’S TRUE??? Now I really am coming over. The guests can feed themselves today.
I rolled my eyes and finished brushing a setting powder over my face. I had a video to make for the new course I’d be launching soon, and several back-to-back client sessions today. Shiny skin could not happen.
I’d gotten home yesterday from Tahoe, tired, cranky, and in no mood to deal with my sisters. However, Izzy lived with me, so avoiding her was impossible. Plus, my twin could read my mood like a mind reader. She made me dinner and poured an extra-large glass of wine, so I spilled everything in between bites and sips. Her eyes had gone round when I described Remy and the bathroom scene. Then she’d frowned when I told her I couldn’t remember his name, only that I’d called him Remy at some point. She agreed Remy was an odd name for a cowboy.
But Vacation Remy was in my past. Today I had work to do.
I was halfway through the video recording when my front door banged open, loud enough to be heard on the video. I shut the camera off, irritated I’d have to do more editing later. One take was how I liked to do my trainings, as they sounded more genuine than a perfectly spliced together recording.
“Whoever you’re on a call with needs to be rescheduled!” Amelia’s voice rang out from downstairs.
I stomped out of my office and headed down to deal with her. Why didn’t my sisters respect the fact that I worked from home? If I worked in an office, they wouldn’t have barged in like that. I had exactly half an hour until my first client of the day, which meant I’d have to finish the video recording later today. Already rearranging my schedule in my head, I nearly bumped into her belly as she came around the corner of the living room.
“Oof!” she bellowed, grabbing her belly and holding her coffee cup high in the air.
“Sorry!” I reached for her and gently pushed her over to the couch to have a seat. “Did I hurt you or the baby?”
She looked up at me with one eyebrow raised, which for anyone who knew her, meant trouble. “If I say yes, will you feel guilty enough to spill all your whore-ish ways?”
I huffed and sat down next to her, kicking off my heels. “First of all, you just insulted me, which won’t move the needle. Secondly, if I hurt the baby for real, you’d have punched me in the face and called 911 already, so I’m pretty sure we’re good. Thirdly, are you supposed to be drinking coffee?”
Amelia pouted for a second. “It’s decaf, which past me would have sworn I’d never drink, so cut me some slack.” Then her face cleared. “Tell me all about this mystery man with the magical dick.”
My cheeks heated without my permission. “Not much to tell except I scratched the itch.”
Amelia’s shoulders danced. “And? Come on! I’m a pregnant woman with an oversized bush because I can’t shave anymore and I can’t even tie my own shoes. I want to feel sexy living vicariously through you. Don’t you love me at all, sister dear?”
I scoffed. “Wow, laying it on thick,sister dear. And also wow, that’s way too much information on your personal hygiene.”
Amelia shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee and waving her hand through the air for me to get on with the story. I snuck another glance at my watch, realizing resistance was futile and would only derail my schedule further.
“Fine. I met a beefy guy at the bar the first night. We flirted and then I said I had to go to the restroom, to which he insisted on accompanying me there. And well, he came inside.”
Amelia was frozen, hanging on my every word. “Like, came inside the bathroom or came inside you?”
I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling at the memory of his hot body in front of me and the cool tile against my back. “Both.”
Amelia squealed. “Tell me more. Was he good? How many orgasms? How big was his dick?”
I did laugh at that. “Whoa. Slow your roll. I’m getting to the deep dive.” I settled into the cushions. “Fantastic, two—at least in the bathroom—and so big I wanted to pull out a tape measure for proof.”
