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“Is this why you won’t drink around me now? Afraid what you really want will come through?” Whiskey teases as he comes closer in all his glorious nakedness.
He pries my hands from my face until I have to look at him. When I do, my eyes focus everywhere but him—a very naked Whiskey.
“You can look. Hell, you can even”—he leans in closer—“touch.”
My eyes fling wide open. “No!” Then I walk to the bathroom, my body brushing against his as I pass. The minute I get into the bathroom, I shut the door, lock it, and lean back against it.
One more week and we will be married.
How am I going to deal with him for an entire year?
I’m fucked.
After showering and coming out, I notice he’s already in bed with a book in his hand.
“You read.” I walk around to the other side of the bed and reach for the pillows, making a border down the middle of the bed—one he’s not allowed to cross.
Whiskey stops reading and looks at me. “Sleeping with me requires a fort?” he asks, somewhat amused.
“Yes. Sleeping with you isn’t something I want to do,” I say as I climb into bed, pulling the quilt up over me, then turning over, so my back is facing him.
“Goodnight, Bunny.”
I close my eyes, and believe it or not, I have the best damn sleep I’ve had in a long time. Despite sleeping with a blackmailer right beside me, one who also happens to have a marvelous body and terrific dick.
Asshole.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” I wake to Emma standing next to my bed, actually not my bed. Whiskey’s bed. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she looks down on the bed I’m still trying to sleep in. I turn quickly to see Whiskey’s already gone and breathe a sigh of relief. “He let me in. Said your snoring woke him up.” She cackles.
“I don’t snore.”
She rolls her eyes at my words. “Please, and I’m the fairy godmother of dicks.”
“You could be,” I say, thinking about a great dick I was dreaming of. Gosh, I hope I didn’t talk in my sleep.
I get out of bed, and Emma looks me over. “What? No naked sleeping?”
As she says it, Whiskey walks in with a coffee in hand. “You sleep naked?” he asks, with an eyebrow raised.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I take the coffee out of his hand and stand in front of him while he’s dressed and ready like he’s been up and waiting for hours.
“I do,” he says.
Emma takes an intake of breath, making him smirk even more.
“Emma’s here with you to go wedding dress shopping. The store has my contact info already on hand. Buy a dress for each of you.” He reaches into his suit jacket and passes me a card—a black card.
“I don’t need this. I earn good money.” He shakes his head.
“Use it for whatever you buy for this wedding, I don’t want you to be paying for it.”
“No.” I push the card back at him.
He pushes it straight back to me while taking a step closer, his breathing harder, and I have to remember I don’t like this man. “Take the damn card, Lottie.” He places it in my hand, then walks out of the room.
“That’s hot,” Emma says.
“What’s hot?” I ask, not looking her way.
