Page 85 of How Jenna Became My Dilemma

“Um.” I glance around, looking for the hidden cameras. I’m definitely being punked. “I’m sorry. Who are you?”

“Gia Savittieri.” She holds her hand out, floppy like a dead fish. “The bride’s grandma.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Gia.” I clasp my fingers over her hand. It’s not a real shake, more like an awkward hold. “Cody Banner.”

“Pfft.” Her lips vibrate together. “You think I don’t know who you are? You’re the sexiest man alive. I know who you are.”

“That’s just a title. I’m not sure how much truth there is to it.”

Her beady eyes travel up and down my body. “There’s plenty of truth to it. You’re with Jenna, the supermodel?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m her date today.”

“Do you love her?”

“Oh, boy.” I rub the edges of my beard. “We’re just figuring things out still.”

That beady stare gets more intense, as if she’s trying to look into my soul. “You love her.”

I surprise laugh. Who is this lady?

“Gia!” Jenna comes from nowhere, bending down to hug the grandma in her wheelchair.

She’s wearing a fitted teal dress, and when she leans in to hug, I make the mistake of appraising her backside, which looks fantastic, but that’s beside the point. Because the second my eyes drop to her body, this little Italian grandma smirks and winks. She watched me check out Jenna’s butt and apparently approves.

Weirdest wedding of my life.

I don’t even know what’s happening right now or how I feel about it.

“How are you doing?” Jenna asks the old lady as she straightens.

“Enough about me.” She grabs Jenna’s hand and puts it in mine. “There. He’s been waiting for you.”

Jenna’s green eyes peek at me as her lips twitch. “He’s going to have to wait a little bit longer because the ceremony is about to start.” She pulls her hand out of my grasp and stands behind the wheelchair. “Let me take you to your spot.” As she starts to walk away, she turns over her shoulder, throwing me the best smile I’ve ever seen. “Don’t go anywhere.”

I wouldn’t go anywhere even if I knew I was standing on a nuclear target when the missile has just been launched.

I’m here for her.

JENNA

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Soft music plays as Whitney walks down the aisle toward Trey. I can’t help the tears in my eyes as I watch the expression on both of their faces. Complete happiness. That’s the only way to describe it. And that’s the number one thing I hope to find someday. The preacher tells everyone to be seated, and I slowly drop into my chair.

Cody’s arm immediately wraps around my shoulder, pulling me close to him like he did in the interview. I relax into his hard chest and feel the warmth of his body press against my skin.

Everything has been so crazy since we got here that I haven’t even had a chance to talk to him. I barely even saw him before the ceremony, but I let my eyes wander to him now.

My stomach spins at the sight of him in his tuxedo. The color matches the blackness of his dark hair that curls at the base of his neck. He has on his signature sunglasses, looking sexier than any man should ever look, and when he shifts his head toward me, my breath stalls from the complete picture of his handsomeness.

He leans in. “I didn’t have a chance to tell you, but you look stunning. I don’t want to take my eyes off you.” Soft whispers dance across my neck, combining with his sultry tone—a tone that can only be described as a bedroom voice. I shudder, feeling each goosebump trail down my skin. I wish I could see the heated look I know is behind his sunglasses.

I turn my head forward, but just as I do, Cody’s free hand rests on my upper thigh. I glance down to where my slit opens over my crossed legs. His thumb draws circles on my bare skin. It’s amazing, and explosive, and the most distracting thing I’ve ever experienced.

Paparazzi circle us in speed boats, but none of them would be able to see Cody’s hand on my thigh. None of them would be able to catch in a photograph the protective way he holds me. But I don’t care.

I want Cody to touch me this way, even if nobody sees it.

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