Small Town Secret: Mayfield Springs Book 1 by Carrie Curtis Page A
Authors: Carrie Curtis
Tags: Contemporary Romance
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God, I can't believe you're just you know, Cassandra's big brother. It's crazy."
The other bridesmaids were all trying desperately to get his attention, but after years of having women fall at his feet every day of his life, he dismissed them easily.
"Ladies, I didn't come here to be interviewed," he said firmly. "If you don't mind, I was just catching up with an old friend here, and we were having a private conversation."
It was obvious the girls weren't used to being treated so dismissively, and they blushed as a group. I wasn't sure whether it was from embarrassment; anger at being ignored; or just plain old jealousy that Chris was talking to me.
"Ignore them, Amy," Chris said, once the group was out of earshot. "They're just rich little bitches who've done nothing but inherit their father's money."
For a moment there was silence as we lingered in each other's gaze. I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me but that would be impossible while we were sitting at a group dinner. Even so, the sexual tension between us was palpable. Chris parted his lips as if he was about to say something, but before he got the chance, someone began tapping their glass for silence. We turned to see Daniel standing at the head of the table, his ego reigning supreme over his wedding guest minions.
"Arrogant jerk," Chris mumbled under his breath. "I could have strangled him last night."
"Same," I leaned into him. "I would pay good money to slap him."
We shared a conspiratorial look before the groom began to talk.
"I just wanted to thank you all for being here," Daniel said, flashing his bleached white teeth in a luminous smile. "I've become acquainted with some of you already," he said looking directly down the table at me. I glared at him, and he looked away and turned to his future wife, sitting at the head of the table beside him. "And we can we all agree how beautiful my lovely bride-to-be is?"
There was a polite round of applause from the wedding party, now seated around the table. "These guys are about as much fun as a sack of potatoes," I whispered to Chris. "You're telling me. Society people are just the worst," he replied.
We looked at each other wryly in a moment of shared disdain for our company. After a few minutes of Daniel talking, mostly about himself, it was time for dinner. The waiters came out with giant plates filled with the tiniest portions of food. Little stacks of vegetables were cut into intricate designs and covered in minuscule droplets of a mysterious looking sauce.
"So... is everyone in New York starving all the time?" I asked everyone at the table, trying to make conversation.
No one answered. The other bridesmaids simpered and smiled their fakest smiles as they moved the food around their plate, leaving most of it uneaten.
It didn't bother me. If they didn't want to make conversation, then I'd just talk to Chris. I poured another glass of wine for Chris, and as he took it from me, he said, "Can I ask you something very personal?"
"I guess," I said hesitantly, not sure what was coming.
"You never told me you had a daughter."
Well, at least it was out in the open now, I thought with an inward sigh of relief.
"I never had the chance to tell you," I responded. "I mean seriously...you turned up at the diner out of the blue; then you arrived at my house at midnight. I couldn't exactly wake her up in the middle of the night and introduce you to her."
"I guess not," he shrugged. "I just wish I knew."
"Why? Would it have made a difference?" I genuinely wanted to know.
"No, I don't think so...It just came as a big surprise," he replied before asking, "So, are you still with her father?"
I was taken aback and nearly choked on my mouthful of food. I hadn't been prepared for Chris to ask me that question.
"Well, Mr. Chris, now you are getting a little too personal," I said jokingly. "But the answer is - no, I'm not. I'm not with anyone right now."
I thought he
The other bridesmaids were all trying desperately to get his attention, but after years of having women fall at his feet every day of his life, he dismissed them easily.
"Ladies, I didn't come here to be interviewed," he said firmly. "If you don't mind, I was just catching up with an old friend here, and we were having a private conversation."
It was obvious the girls weren't used to being treated so dismissively, and they blushed as a group. I wasn't sure whether it was from embarrassment; anger at being ignored; or just plain old jealousy that Chris was talking to me.
"Ignore them, Amy," Chris said, once the group was out of earshot. "They're just rich little bitches who've done nothing but inherit their father's money."
For a moment there was silence as we lingered in each other's gaze. I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me but that would be impossible while we were sitting at a group dinner. Even so, the sexual tension between us was palpable. Chris parted his lips as if he was about to say something, but before he got the chance, someone began tapping their glass for silence. We turned to see Daniel standing at the head of the table, his ego reigning supreme over his wedding guest minions.
"Arrogant jerk," Chris mumbled under his breath. "I could have strangled him last night."
"Same," I leaned into him. "I would pay good money to slap him."
We shared a conspiratorial look before the groom began to talk.
"I just wanted to thank you all for being here," Daniel said, flashing his bleached white teeth in a luminous smile. "I've become acquainted with some of you already," he said looking directly down the table at me. I glared at him, and he looked away and turned to his future wife, sitting at the head of the table beside him. "And we can we all agree how beautiful my lovely bride-to-be is?"
There was a polite round of applause from the wedding party, now seated around the table. "These guys are about as much fun as a sack of potatoes," I whispered to Chris. "You're telling me. Society people are just the worst," he replied.
We looked at each other wryly in a moment of shared disdain for our company. After a few minutes of Daniel talking, mostly about himself, it was time for dinner. The waiters came out with giant plates filled with the tiniest portions of food. Little stacks of vegetables were cut into intricate designs and covered in minuscule droplets of a mysterious looking sauce.
"So... is everyone in New York starving all the time?" I asked everyone at the table, trying to make conversation.
No one answered. The other bridesmaids simpered and smiled their fakest smiles as they moved the food around their plate, leaving most of it uneaten.
It didn't bother me. If they didn't want to make conversation, then I'd just talk to Chris. I poured another glass of wine for Chris, and as he took it from me, he said, "Can I ask you something very personal?"
"I guess," I said hesitantly, not sure what was coming.
"You never told me you had a daughter."
Well, at least it was out in the open now, I thought with an inward sigh of relief.
"I never had the chance to tell you," I responded. "I mean seriously...you turned up at the diner out of the blue; then you arrived at my house at midnight. I couldn't exactly wake her up in the middle of the night and introduce you to her."
"I guess not," he shrugged. "I just wish I knew."
"Why? Would it have made a difference?" I genuinely wanted to know.
"No, I don't think so...It just came as a big surprise," he replied before asking, "So, are you still with her father?"
I was taken aback and nearly choked on my mouthful of food. I hadn't been prepared for Chris to ask me that question.
"Well, Mr. Chris, now you are getting a little too personal," I said jokingly. "But the answer is - no, I'm not. I'm not with anyone right now."
I thought he
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