Page 45 of Every Inch of You
We both smirked, because we both knew that Aubrey was the control freak in thefamily.
“Why don’t you let me arrange a separate pre-wedding family event? We’ll explain that it’s because of the limited accommodations on the island. Or better yet—let mom arrange it. Give her something to do. Make it the same weekend as the bridal shower so I don’t have to come up twice, and you can get all that stuff out of the way all atonce.”
“That’s actually a greatidea.”
“I do have them, onoccasion.”
“Have you tried on the dressyet?”
“I don’t want to try it on until I know it will fit. But I am down a jeansize.”
“You look really good, Viv. Oh hey—are you bringinghim?”
“Who?”
“Brad. To mywedding.”
“Oh?”
Oh.
Shit.
“You know what, it never even occurred to me to ask him. Should I askhim?”
“I mean. Iwould.”
“Really? But I don’t think he’d wantto.”
“Well. Just ask, whocares.”
“I guess. When do you need to knowby?”
“If you want him to be seated at dinner then you have almost a month to lock it down, Iguess.”
“Okay. I will. Need a month, Imean.”
“Ugh. Just ask him! I’m gonna call Mom now—loveyou.”
“I loveyou.”
She ended thecall.
I wiped my eyes and went back to proofreading the annual meeting minutes that I’d been working on for aclient.
Iwas aboutto take an Epsom salt bath when I got a text from Brad, asking if I wanted him to come by my place after work with some Cheat Day food. I had just had Cheat Day yesterday, but of course I said “yes.”
I had an hour to tidy up my little house, give myself a “French bath,” and change my outfit seventeen times. I ended up in a casual scoop neck dress that hung loose. It hid my curves but made everything very accessible. I barely remembered a time when I didn’t make outfit choices based on how easy it would be for Brad to get to my ladyparts.
He arrived exactly when he said hewould.
He was wearing a grey V-neck T-shirt and jeans and looked like a movie star. He was holding a big takeout bag and I didn’t wait for him to put it down before shamelessly running my hands through his hair and kissinghim.
When I finally pulled my lips from his, he asked: “Should I take off myshoes?”
“Up toyou.”
He slipped off his shoes. The color of his socks matched his T-shirt. I don’t know why I found that so hot, but I guess every freaking thing about him was just unbearably attractive tome.
