hotel. But at least he’s stopped hitting on me!
Our crab cakes come, courtesy of a very confused Kayla, and I pull out my laptop and sit on the big couch by the window. “So, do you actually need my help for this coconut thing?”
Travis shrugs, then brings the crab cakes over to the couch and sits next to me. “I mean, mostly just because it’s our alibi. I haven’t even officially entered it yet, but I’m pretty sure all I have to do is show up and the dudes who run it will make it happen for me.”
“Okay, so…” I’d opened a document to write down a checklist of duties, but it sounds like I don’t really need to do that.
“I’ll just tell everyone there that you’re my assistant and give them your email, and then if there’s anything that comes up, you’ll do it. I told you, it’s ridiculously low-key, it’s just some bike shop guys and local bikers. The most you’ll have to do is maybe set up a photo shoot for the event.”
So now my checklist has exactly one item: schedule photo shoot. But in my head, I’m making a different checklist.
Find Jason Hayward.
Make sure Kayla doesn’t suspect anything.
Make sure Travis doesn’t blow our cover.
And last, but most important of all:
Keep things professional with Travis. And whatever I do, don’t let my guard down and do something stupid like jumping into bed with him.
There’s just too much at stake.
Once I’m done with both checklists, I shut my laptop and start munching on a crab cake, while Travis goes into the kitchen and looks to see if there’s anything to drink. He comes back out with a bottle of wine that looks like it costs more than my whole month’s paycheck. I give him a look.
“Remember what happened last time we had alcohol?”
Travis laughs. “Not at all.”
I shake my head. “Alright, fine. One glass, and then I’m going to bed.”
“Fair enough. I’m still hung over from last time.” Travis uncorks the bottle and pours out a glass for each of us. Then, he lifts his glass and looks me in the eye.
“Here’s to the best fucking honeymoon ever.”
I roll my eyes and touch my glass to his.
Chapter 11: Laney
Why are we standing so close to the ocean? This is such a nice dress, and the tide is starting to come in. Shouldn’t we move a little closer to the crowd?
Well, the preacher’s already started talking, so it’s probably too late for that. I guess we’re doing this. Why is Travis looking at me like that? Like he wants to rip my wedding dress off with his teeth? Doesn’t he know that our family and friends are all watching?
This is so embarrassing. He’s not even hiding the fact that he’s staring at my chest. It’s like he can see right through your dress.
“Laney Brown, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”
I roll my eyes. “I do.”
“Travis Carter, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?”
Travis just grins.
Hey, where did everybody go? The crowd’s gone, and so is the priest. It’s nighttime now, and the beach is abandoned. And what happened to my wedding dress? I’m totally naked…except for the big, fat diamond ring on my finger. That’s still there.
I’m not totally alone, though. Travis is still here. He isn’t dressed in his tux, though. He’s shirtless, and his thumbs are hooked through his tight, ripped up jeans…and he’s still devouring my body with his eyes. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that! He’s my stepbrother!
Although…I guess now he’s my husband, too.
My hands slowly rise to cover myself up, but Travis gently shakes his head no. He wants to look at my body. I put my hands back down to my sides, feeling myself starting to get hot and wet underneath my stepbrother’s gaze.
My eyes roll down his body, with its tribal flame tattoos and its perfect abs, and stop on his bulge, straining against his tight jeans like it’s desperate to escape. God, why does he have to flaunt his body like this? I wouldn’t look
Our crab cakes come, courtesy of a very confused Kayla, and I pull out my laptop and sit on the big couch by the window. “So, do you actually need my help for this coconut thing?”
Travis shrugs, then brings the crab cakes over to the couch and sits next to me. “I mean, mostly just because it’s our alibi. I haven’t even officially entered it yet, but I’m pretty sure all I have to do is show up and the dudes who run it will make it happen for me.”
“Okay, so…” I’d opened a document to write down a checklist of duties, but it sounds like I don’t really need to do that.
“I’ll just tell everyone there that you’re my assistant and give them your email, and then if there’s anything that comes up, you’ll do it. I told you, it’s ridiculously low-key, it’s just some bike shop guys and local bikers. The most you’ll have to do is maybe set up a photo shoot for the event.”
So now my checklist has exactly one item: schedule photo shoot. But in my head, I’m making a different checklist.
Find Jason Hayward.
Make sure Kayla doesn’t suspect anything.
Make sure Travis doesn’t blow our cover.
And last, but most important of all:
Keep things professional with Travis. And whatever I do, don’t let my guard down and do something stupid like jumping into bed with him.
There’s just too much at stake.
Once I’m done with both checklists, I shut my laptop and start munching on a crab cake, while Travis goes into the kitchen and looks to see if there’s anything to drink. He comes back out with a bottle of wine that looks like it costs more than my whole month’s paycheck. I give him a look.
“Remember what happened last time we had alcohol?”
Travis laughs. “Not at all.”
I shake my head. “Alright, fine. One glass, and then I’m going to bed.”
“Fair enough. I’m still hung over from last time.” Travis uncorks the bottle and pours out a glass for each of us. Then, he lifts his glass and looks me in the eye.
“Here’s to the best fucking honeymoon ever.”
I roll my eyes and touch my glass to his.
Chapter 11: Laney
Why are we standing so close to the ocean? This is such a nice dress, and the tide is starting to come in. Shouldn’t we move a little closer to the crowd?
Well, the preacher’s already started talking, so it’s probably too late for that. I guess we’re doing this. Why is Travis looking at me like that? Like he wants to rip my wedding dress off with his teeth? Doesn’t he know that our family and friends are all watching?
This is so embarrassing. He’s not even hiding the fact that he’s staring at my chest. It’s like he can see right through your dress.
“Laney Brown, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”
I roll my eyes. “I do.”
“Travis Carter, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?”
Travis just grins.
Hey, where did everybody go? The crowd’s gone, and so is the priest. It’s nighttime now, and the beach is abandoned. And what happened to my wedding dress? I’m totally naked…except for the big, fat diamond ring on my finger. That’s still there.
I’m not totally alone, though. Travis is still here. He isn’t dressed in his tux, though. He’s shirtless, and his thumbs are hooked through his tight, ripped up jeans…and he’s still devouring my body with his eyes. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that! He’s my stepbrother!
Although…I guess now he’s my husband, too.
My hands slowly rise to cover myself up, but Travis gently shakes his head no. He wants to look at my body. I put my hands back down to my sides, feeling myself starting to get hot and wet underneath my stepbrother’s gaze.
My eyes roll down his body, with its tribal flame tattoos and its perfect abs, and stop on his bulge, straining against his tight jeans like it’s desperate to escape. God, why does he have to flaunt his body like this? I wouldn’t look
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