knew he was going to be looking at you?
Did he do this with all the women he sacked? It was kind of creepy. She decided Ryder was odd and creepy.
Ryder winked at her.
He was so hot.
Violet turned away, appalled.
You’re not appalled. Did anyone see her break-down and show how bothered Ryder was making her?
Probably one of those bridesmaids shoved so far up his royal rear noticed.
Could this appointment get any worse? Or stretch on any longer?
She even considered going against her word, and texting Emma to finish this meeting. Emma would think Violet was requesting her presence to avoid the happy couple, rather than avoiding the best man, who was making it clear he would love another rendezvous in the washroom. The scary part was, deep down, hidden behind her filter, Violet wanted to take his hand and guide the way. That was crazy. That was crazy! If sex with Ryder was always that good, no wonder the bridesmaids were rubbing up against him at every opportunity.
Well ladies, I already took him for a joyride today. Not helpful, Violet.
Violet forced her eyes back to Ryder, deciding to face him head on, finished with playing his game. He could send her all the seductive looks he sent to all the women, but it didn’t mean that Violet would fold.
Ryder didn’t shy away from her stare, and she hadn’t expected him to. It was about proving to him that she wasn’t a little toy he could toss around, and that his handsome face wasn’t luring her, like he was challenging. What Violet hadn’t expected was the abrupt change in his look. Like a sudden change in wind direction, the seduction vanished from Ryder’s stare, along with the torturous teasing. The gaze he cast her was new, different than any man had ever given Violet. It was almost as though he was looking at her, actually looking at her ...not her last name or the trailing line of assets that followed. That was crazy... wasn’t it?
Ryder left his spot, standing between two of the bridesmaids, to walk across the large tiled floor to Violet. Did he like what he saw? What did he see? What everyone else did?
He stopped beside her, less than a foot away...too close for comfort. Their arms were so close to touching. Violet could literally feel the heat tugging them together.
Ryder leaned over even closer to whisper, “I would go with the silver ballroom.”
So? She didn’t care.
Why would you choose the silver ballroom?
The wedding coordinator in her was curious...not herself. Violet had discovered over the years, couples who chose to unite under the tents at the beach, seemed madly in love, seeking a romantic union, while those who chose the ballrooms selected based on financial status. The gold room was grander, more impressive and upheld a respected reputation. Why would Ryder choose the silver ballroom?
Violet didn’t dare ask or show interest in his reasoning, but she didn’t have to, Ryder continued. “I mean the gold ballroom is obviously premium, with elegant theater-style decorating, larger area, and draping chandeliers.”
How did he notice draping chandeliers?
“However, I like the wall of windows at the back of the silver ballroom.” That was Violet’s favorite feature too. “It would be incredible for a winter wedding especially.”
He was right. Words could not describe how breath taking the backdrop of a winter snowfall through the glass, with the trees lightly dusted, creating a winter wonderland, was.
Violet didn’t concur out loud, instead she opted to put him in his place.
“Ryder, if ever the day comes for you to share vows with that one lucky lady, I will personally set you up with reservations...” She glanced at him. “...free of charge and make sure you experience exactly what the silver room has to offer.” That day would never present itself.
Violet turned her attention back to the wedding party. Her attention to the wedding party. That was a joke. Her concentration hadn’t been on the Bensen party since
Did he do this with all the women he sacked? It was kind of creepy. She decided Ryder was odd and creepy.
Ryder winked at her.
He was so hot.
Violet turned away, appalled.
You’re not appalled. Did anyone see her break-down and show how bothered Ryder was making her?
Probably one of those bridesmaids shoved so far up his royal rear noticed.
Could this appointment get any worse? Or stretch on any longer?
She even considered going against her word, and texting Emma to finish this meeting. Emma would think Violet was requesting her presence to avoid the happy couple, rather than avoiding the best man, who was making it clear he would love another rendezvous in the washroom. The scary part was, deep down, hidden behind her filter, Violet wanted to take his hand and guide the way. That was crazy. That was crazy! If sex with Ryder was always that good, no wonder the bridesmaids were rubbing up against him at every opportunity.
Well ladies, I already took him for a joyride today. Not helpful, Violet.
Violet forced her eyes back to Ryder, deciding to face him head on, finished with playing his game. He could send her all the seductive looks he sent to all the women, but it didn’t mean that Violet would fold.
Ryder didn’t shy away from her stare, and she hadn’t expected him to. It was about proving to him that she wasn’t a little toy he could toss around, and that his handsome face wasn’t luring her, like he was challenging. What Violet hadn’t expected was the abrupt change in his look. Like a sudden change in wind direction, the seduction vanished from Ryder’s stare, along with the torturous teasing. The gaze he cast her was new, different than any man had ever given Violet. It was almost as though he was looking at her, actually looking at her ...not her last name or the trailing line of assets that followed. That was crazy... wasn’t it?
Ryder left his spot, standing between two of the bridesmaids, to walk across the large tiled floor to Violet. Did he like what he saw? What did he see? What everyone else did?
He stopped beside her, less than a foot away...too close for comfort. Their arms were so close to touching. Violet could literally feel the heat tugging them together.
Ryder leaned over even closer to whisper, “I would go with the silver ballroom.”
So? She didn’t care.
Why would you choose the silver ballroom?
The wedding coordinator in her was curious...not herself. Violet had discovered over the years, couples who chose to unite under the tents at the beach, seemed madly in love, seeking a romantic union, while those who chose the ballrooms selected based on financial status. The gold room was grander, more impressive and upheld a respected reputation. Why would Ryder choose the silver ballroom?
Violet didn’t dare ask or show interest in his reasoning, but she didn’t have to, Ryder continued. “I mean the gold ballroom is obviously premium, with elegant theater-style decorating, larger area, and draping chandeliers.”
How did he notice draping chandeliers?
“However, I like the wall of windows at the back of the silver ballroom.” That was Violet’s favorite feature too. “It would be incredible for a winter wedding especially.”
He was right. Words could not describe how breath taking the backdrop of a winter snowfall through the glass, with the trees lightly dusted, creating a winter wonderland, was.
Violet didn’t concur out loud, instead she opted to put him in his place.
“Ryder, if ever the day comes for you to share vows with that one lucky lady, I will personally set you up with reservations...” She glanced at him. “...free of charge and make sure you experience exactly what the silver room has to offer.” That day would never present itself.
Violet turned her attention back to the wedding party. Her attention to the wedding party. That was a joke. Her concentration hadn’t been on the Bensen party since
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