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Charlee raises her hand. “Me!”
He smiles at her, a little too widely if you ask me. “Great!” He turns toward me. “You need to stay behind those doors until I come get you after she jumps. When she’s on the ground, she can wait for you on the observation deck.”
I nod in understanding.
Out of nowhere, Charlee grabs my face and yanks me down so she can press a firm kiss on my lips. Far too soon, and before I even get the chance to use any tongue, she pulls back. “There’s more of that for you at the bottom, Big Guy.” As she’s stepping through the doorway to the jump platform, she throws a wink over her shoulder. “See you down there, Drew.”
Yep, you sure will, honey.
I’ll say it again, ladies and gentlemen: Power of the motherfucking pussy.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Morning After
Las Vegas
CHARLEE
“Do you remember anything?”
Drew rakes his fingers through his hair as he thinks about it. “A little bit, but it’s spotty.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I remember being down by the pool.” He winks at me.
I rub my temples, willing my head to stop pounding. “I think we’re beyond that since we both woke up naked. I’m talking about later in the day. What do you remember from that?”
He rubs the scruff on his chin and I can’t help but fixate on the scratching sound it makes. I flush when another memory surfaces of that scruff brushing up against my thighs.
“Um...I remember taking shots.”
I give him a hurry up gesture. “And?”
His eyes widen. “Holy shit! You made me jump off a building!”
My lip twitches. I do remember that part now that he mentions it. To be honest, I don’t know how anyone could’ve forgotten watching an ogre fall from the sky screaming like a little girl. I wish my phone wasn’t stashed in that locker so I could’ve recorded it. It was seriously some of the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.
I plop my ass down on the end of the bed, trying to ignore the fact that a sexy giant is naked under the sheet behind me. “How did we go from that to getting married? Who does shit like that?” God, why did we drink so much? I keep getting little flashes but nothing that makes much sense at this point.
Drew laughs. “How does it ever happen? We’re not the first people to get shitfaced and married in Vegas.”
I snap my head back to glare at him. “Will you take this seriously?”
“I am taking this seriously,” he insists. “But I’m also having trouble focusing on anything other than the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.” His eyes flick to the lampshade.
I get up and retrieve my bra with a huff. I grit my teeth as I ball it up in my hand.
“What the hell are we going to do, Drew?”
He shrugs. “We’ll get an annulment.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You sound like you’ve done this before.”
Drew laughs. “I can assure you, Charlee, I’ve never been married, drunk or sober.”
“Fine, we’ll figure out how to get an annulment but in the meantime, nobody can find out about this. I mean it, Drew. Nobody.”
