Page 138 of Champagne Fizz

“Oh my gosh!” Esme pinches him again. “We’re not having this conversation in front of Kendall!”

I nod in appreciation, only a new voice buts into the conversation: “What kind of conversation are younothaving in front of Kendall?”

We all turn to see Simon walking up to us, looking dashing in a blue suit and tie.

“The one where Esme denies my 10-inch cock is used off-set in my actor’s trailer,” Desmond says, teasing his girlfriend, and causing me to flush hot-red.

Lady Lada tingles with excitement.Can we have a threesome with Mr. 10-Inch-Billionaire-Heat and his girlfriend after the wedding?That’s a thought Lada’s not supposed to have—ever—much less with me actually standing in front of them!

Simon glances over, knowing comments like that will get me in hot water—and fast.

“I’ve seen the show,” Simon interjects. “Mr. Pike—or his stunt double—is not a centimeter above seven-inches.”

“Woah! Shots fired!” Desmond bellows, and both Esme and Naomi crack up laughing.

“I’m going to steal this one,” Simon says, playfully putting me between him and Desmond as a shield. “Wedding stuff. You three can continue to discuss adequate measurements without us.”

“Adequate!” Desmond growls. “I’m more than adequate.”

“For sure,” Naomi agrees, laughing.

Both Desmond and Naomi look to Esme for confirmation and she folds her arms in her chair and doesn’t meet their eyes. “No comment,” she says politely, earning her a tickle fest from her boyfriend—which also makes Lada swoon.

I walk with Simon, taking deep breaths to cool my jets. Only, I realize I meant to ask Naomi where Mrs. Voss is. I didn’t see her in the chairs on the groom’s side of the ceremony. However, there’s no way I’m walking back intothatconversation.

“Are you okay?” Simon asks softly, and I don’t know if I should be comforted or embarrassed by the undertone of that comment. It’s weird having someone know when I’m getting hot under the collar, and it’s even weirder when that person is the one who normally makes it happen.

“I’m—” I swallow and press my hands into the sides of my black dress. “I’ll be fine.”

I take several more deep breaths without looking at him. From now on, I really need to book weddings where everyone—including the guests—are old and unattractive.

“Your set up and design is beautiful,” Simon says. His sapphire-blue eyes sparkle, looking decidedly blue-er with the suit he’s wearing.

Not to mention those yummy looking arms and muscles,Lada feels the need to contribute.

I smile softly at Simon, trying not to look like I’m admiring his beauty, even though I clearly can’t ignore how gorgeous he looks this afternoon.

“Thanks,” I say quietly. “The day hasn’t turned into a disaster yet, so—”

“It’s not going to turn into a disaster,” Simon refutes. “You’ve knocked it out of the park! Both down here and up in Flambé. It’s gorgeous.Hollywood Brideis going to eat this up, and before you know it, you’ll have so many clients you won’t know what to do with yourself.”

“I’ll hire a team,” I say, letting out a nervous laugh. “That’s what I’ll do with myself.”

“Probably smart,” Simon agrees.

“Honestly, I don’t really care aboutHollywood Bride,” I say, scanning to make sure all my groomsmen and bridesmaids are present and accounted for. “What I care about is the smile on Ned and Olivia’s faces.”

“Ned’s been beaming all morning,” Simon confirms. “And I assume Olivia’s been the same.”

I nod. “Giddy would be an understatement.”

Butterflies flutter in my own stomach as the guests continue to sit down andooh and ahhat the ceremony decorations. It feels good to know people are noticing.

I sneak a look at Simon and he’s beaming at me.

“No flirting,” I scold.

“This is pride, not flirting,” he corrects, squeezing my wrist softly.

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