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Chapter 20

Jenna

I’m wearing a red dress Stacey insisted I wear. I called her after I couldn’t find anything in my wardrobe that made me feel sexy. She brought her whole closet with her from the looks of things—she could stay in Hawaii for a couple of months and not run out, with all the clothes she brought with her.

The red dress hugs my curves, pushes up my boobs, and I feel sexy and elegant. I balance on my black heels, the shimmering black clutch in my hand when I knock on Brett’s door.

When he opens, he’s wearing a suit and tie, and his grin is as dashing as ever.

His eyes slide down my body and back up.

“You look fantastic,” he says. His eyes darken when he traces my curves, and my stomach tightens. I love it when he looks at me like that.

“I bet you know how incredibly handsome you are already,” I say with a giggle. “So I don’t have to tell you how great you look in that suit.”

“I’m a very insecure person,” Brett jokes. “I need constant reminding.”

I laugh. He’s the last person on Earth who needs reassurance. Brett is as confident as they come.

Brett pulls me closer and kisses me. Heat washes over me when he does, and when he breaks the kiss, I’m already out of breath. “Come in.”

“Thanks,” I breathe, and I step into his suite.

It looks amazing. Vases are placed all over with red and white roses. Candles everywhere give the room a soft touch, the flames dancing on their wicks, and the sliding door to the balcony is open. The sheer curtains breathe in the wind, and I spot a table set for two.

“What’s all this?” I ask.

“Well, I wanted to take you out,” Brett says. “But with the paparazzi everywhere…I thought it would be nice to have dinner without someone watching all the time. Just me and you.”

I smile. “That sounds wonderful.” I’m getting sick of the paparazzi sticking their nose in our business every time we turn a corner or try to escape the madness of the pending wedding.

Brett gestures for me to walk through to the balcony, and he follows. The table is decorated with a white tablecloth and more red roses in the center. Candles have been placed around it.

“Did you do this?” I ask.

“The table?”

I nod.

“Sort of. I pulled a few strings with the hotel staff, but I delegated.” He tugs at his tie. “Good management skills, you know?”

I laugh. “Well, it looks great. It’s a very classic setting, fit for a venue.”

“Thanks,” Brett says and chuckles. “I didn’t think a romantic table setting could garner a professional compliment.”

“Force of habit,” I say, and I blush. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I think your job is fascinating.”

“Really?”

Bret nods and reaches for the bottle of wine, uncorking it while we talk.

“Yeah, sure. It’s a whole different world to create a space where people can create memories.”

“You’re making it sound like I do something magical.”

“Well, I’ve seen how you handle Stacey’s plans, and Laura showed me a few things whenever she cornered me while I waited for Marc. So, I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about.”

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