“Then what?” she asked.
“I figured maybe it was a prank. A very elaborate one. That Lucas or someone else had bribed a front desk attendant, so I called back to speak with the supervisor.”
“What did they say?”
“I told Miss Grant not to communicate with Derek in any way and to run my name through whatever logs they kept in their system. And when she finally came back to the phone, not only did she tell me I had married an Andrea Faith last night, but that I had booked us a honeymoon that started tomorrow,” I said.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“I told her to cancel it. But… I don’t think this is a prank, Andrea.” I listened as she drew in a haggard, broken breath. “I think we got married last night,” I said.
I watched Andrea stand up from the bed and walk over to the floor-length windows that looked out over Las Vegas. She really was a beautiful woman. Thick red hair that fell just below her shoulder blades. Dazzling green eyes. Sloping curves in places that made my cock ache for more, all wrapped up in a tiny package with a soft cheek that barely grazed my chest when I was standing in front of her. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body and let out the heaviest sigh I’d ever heard. It communicated so much more than her words. The stress. The heaviness of the situation. The defeat of it all.
“I told Jessica there were two things I wasn’t doing while in Vegas,” she said.
“And what were those?” I asked.
“Sleeping with someone and getting married.”
I let out a mindless chuckle as Andrea shook her head.
“What possessed us to leave this room last night? I don’t remember anything past—”
My eyes trained on her and I saw her take stock of my body in the reflection of the windows.
“I don’t remember anything past you grabbing my ankles,” she said.
I saw the back of her neck flush before it trickled down between her shoulder blades.
“I remember a little more than that.”
“What happened?” she asked.
She turned to look at me and I felt fire rush through my veins.
“You know. Just…”
Her eyes implored me for details, so I girded my loins as best as I could. The last thing I needed to do was have a raging erection during a conversation like the one we were about to have.
“I grabbed your ankles and flipped you over, and you begged me to continue.”
“I did?” she asked.
“You did. So, I did. In multiple formats. I um…”
Andrea brought her hand up around her neck, smoothing her fingertips over the soft skin I had nibbled on all night last night.
At least, the parts of the night I could remember.
“Well, a lot of acrobatic work was done. Against the windows. The wall. The shower.”
“We went into the shower?” she asked.
“We went into a lot of spaces. I remember falling back into bed, covered in sweat with your giggles in my ear. Then, it falls blank for me, too.”
“So the last thing you remember was us, naked, in bed.”
“Yes.”