Chapter 1
Sandy took the last sip of her wine emptying her glass, her eyes following the couple on the dance floor taking their first dance as man and wife. Cheerful smiles on their faces, a permanent love struck look over them with eyes only for each other. Were it not for the love of her best friend, Kim, now Mrs. Lynch, twirling with her new hubby, the overwhelming feel of love in the air would have made her sick. Kim glances at her and smiles a dazzling smile hard to resist, causing the edges of her own lips to quirk up slightly.
'Ah ha, a smile finally.' A deep brooding voice from across the bar resonates through the soft music. Sandy’s eyes turn narrowing as they focus on the only other male by the bar, besides the barman. Drinking in the beautiful sight before her, her lips turn to a scowl before calling out for another drink. Short cropped hair, beady and yet calming eyes, quite a pronounced jaw, beautiful teeth and an awesome body hidden underneath the tux he'd donned if her imagination was right. Shutting her eyes, Sandy takes a small sip of her refilled glass of wine; only to find pretty boy, no, pretty hunk of a male specimen on the bar stool besides her.
'I've been wondering all day what dampened your spirits. Why have a morose maid of honour?' 'Wouldn't you want to know?' She spits hurt at the hidden accusation in his words, her mind wandering to the previous day, feeling inadequate, the hurt and betrayal all over again.
Watching her shoulders slump, he pulls her into himself, shocking her as he leads her into a slow dance. 'No wallowing in self-pity allowed.'
'I wasn't wallowing.' She pouts straining out of his hold unsuccessfully, 'and even if I was. It’s my prerogative.'
'Not tonight.' He croons holding her closer to him, more couples pouring onto the hotels ballroom dance floor. 'Just fulfilling my duty, Thomas and Kim's day will end on a happy note for everyone. Best man’s honour.'
'So confident in your ability?’ Settling her head on his chest as the dance continues.
'I aim to please.’ Stroking her back in a slow sultry motion.
Sandy tenses, jerking to meet his eyes, 'let's get things straight, this won't be one of those cliché maid of honour-best man hook-ups. They'll be none of that?'
He shrugs, 'if you will it.' 'Hoped for a chance to change that expression on your face to one of true bliss.'
Rolling her eyes, Sandy playfully smacks his shoulder, 'there you go again. Tooting your own horn.'
Tucking her in from her twirl, 'it’s not boasting if it's true; and I must say, I have wanted you since I first saw you.'
Shaking her head, a small giggle escapes her lips, 'please, all but twelve hours. Wish I could say I'm flattered but that don't impress me much' a humourous glint in her eyes, 'besides, I don't know you at all.'
'John Stone.'
'Pleasure. Cassandra Black.'
The MC stops the music, giving the final shout out to Mr. and Mrs. Lynch, as they dart out of the ballroom to the applause of their guests to their honeymoon suite a few floors up.
Sandy thoughts are in disarray, as her friend leaves the room. Sure, it would be reckless and yet again would totally invalidate all that Charles had dumped on her.
John's eye's notice the debate behind her big brown eyes, curious to know the final result.
'I guess John, I look forward to knowing you better.’ Placing her hand on his arm.
'And I, you.' He gently leads her off the dancefloor and out the ballroom to the 2nd floor of the hotel housing his room for the night.
Chapter 2
Silence envelops them as the door closes behind them.
'Care to talk about it?' John asks pouring them both shots of gin. Turning to offer her the drink, she spooks him by being right before him.
'If I recall well, we didn't come here to talk.' Accepting the glass and downing the shot, smoldering eyes lingering on him.
Setting aside his liquid fire, he captures her lips tasting her for the first time; quickly escalating into a frenzy from her passionate response. Grasping for support, they sink into the couch, their body’s not breaking contact. Necessary clothing aside, John slows, looking at her questioningly.
'Bloody hell!' Sandy sighs a little exasperated, 'if you're gonna get me all worked up and leave me up to hang. You’ve got something else coming.' Stroking him, feeling him throb in her hand, 'no more questions, ok?' She demands soothingly.
Nodding his head, he hides his head in the croon of her neck nibbling, kissing and caressing her. Feeling him at her entrance, she stills before rising from the position of straddling him.
'What now?' He groans.
'Condom?'
'Bathroom cabinet.'
Rushing there and back, the object of their desire in her hand. John smiles rising to his feet to meet her, 'thanks for remembering.'
'I'm not stupid, you know.' Reminding them silently of all the reasons why they shouldn't go ahead.
'Good thing, I like smart girls.' Trapping her beneath him this time, 'no more
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 12.06.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-4546-4
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To my mother who inspired my passion for the written word