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God, was Sarah a complete idiot? It was bad enough she was just using the guy for his money, which he probably had enough of, given the size of the wedding and the expenses she’d heard her parents talking about, but really… he was over six feet of pure granite walking sex.
She may or may not have stolen a glance at his ass when she’d shoved him into the backseat of the car at the church. Lord. It was harder than rock. Probably crushed rocks when he sat down on them. His whole body looked like steel under the expensive clothes. When he’d rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal bronzed, muscled, striated veiny forearms, she’d just about died. She couldn’t help it. Forearms and rolled sleeves were every woman’s weakness.
Except for her stupid, mean, evil, filthy, cheating sister.
A small dick? She’d overheard that too. Sarah had been talking loud enough to wake the dead.
Unless the guy in her backseat had some genetic anomaly, Bella very much doubted he had a small dick. No, his dick was probably as hard and amazing as the rest of him.
Fuck. Can it get any more inappropriate?
She figured it could. At least she was thinking complimentary thoughts about her sister’s ex. No, she had to stop thinking about him like that. He had a name. Rhett. A beautiful, sexy, old-fashioned in one of those chivalrous handsome sort of ways, name. A melt you in your shoes, panty soaking kind of name.
Maybe he only does that to me.
Bella doubted it. Even though Sarah showed a complete lack of regard for Rhett and her parents talked about him like he was a living, breathing bank account for Sarah to withdraw money from as she pleased, Bella knew the rest of the world could probably appreciate Rhett’s assets.
He was tall and broad-shouldered. Had that kind of athletic form that came from good genetics as much as it came from working out. He was probably a runner, not a weightlifter at the gym. If he did bulk up, it was likely only a day a week or something. Hell, she knew nothing about weights or gyms. She thought gyms were gross. Couldn’t stand them. She preferred to work out in her own apartment. Yoga and belly dance videos were just as good as an expensive gym membership, thank you very much, with a hell of a lot less people there to gawk and judge and ridicule her lack of coordination or the extra inch of skin on her midriff when she bent over.
His dark hair was cut fashionably short and styled nicely. He had baby blue eyes that any sane woman, and hell, probably half the male population out there, could get lost in. His features were nicely carved out of the same stone that had obviously birthed him. Sharp cheekbones, a granite brow, a hard jaw that was probably made harder given that he had it clenched so tight his teeth were probably going to shatter at any moment.
Bella glanced again in the rear-view mirror. “Hey.” She actually had no idea what to say. It was probably best to use humor. “Did you happen to text your family? They’re probably worried that you’re dead or- or kidnapped by the black sheep of the Berns family.”
A smile ghosted over his lips and her stomach tightened. An unexpected rush of heat swept over her. No, maybe not completely unexpected because the guy in her back seat was hot as sin and as tempting as Satan would have been back there, minus the pitchfork and tail and horns and all that, Satan in human form… that’s what he was. Dressed to tempt her into sinful territory.
“It’s just my mom,” Rhett said in that dark, gravelly voice of his. His jaw relaxed a little, but Bella’s clit kept on throbbing inappropriately. Her clit didn’t listen to her brain and at the moment, her brain wasn’t offering up a lot of helpful rationality anyway.
“What?”
“It’s just my mom. I’ll text her now.”
“You mean that whole church was full of people on my sister’s side?” Bella snorted. She should have known. Sarah would have had the largest wedding possible. Her parents probably invited half those guests just to show off to everyone they knew that their daughter was marrying into wealth.
Ha fucking ha. Look where that got them. The uncharitable, cavewoman part of herself was having a blast.
Rhett produced a phone from his back pocket. He was still sprawled across the back seat even though the chances of someone seeing them were long over with. They were nearing some part of town Bella didn’t know, though she’d spent the first eighteen years of her life in Phoenix.
“How old are you anyway?” he asked as he raised his head. He straightened out and sat up, though he had to lean to the side since the car was so low and small.
