After stopping to grab my favorite coffee concoction and treating myself to a slice of pumpkin loaf and a cake pop for later, I was finally able to get myself into a semi-decent mood while I was on my way to work. Only it didn’t last long because I spotted the sign the douchebag from last night had mentioned. There it was, bold as brass, offering quickie divorces after quickie weddings. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt like I was going to puke when I saw one of the couples who’d gotten married at my chapel yesterday walking inside.
“Oh, hell no!” I pounded my fist against my steering wheel before swerving to the right to nab a spot about fifty feet down the street and hopping out of my car. I was steaming mad when I stormed into the office only about a minute behind the two people who’d promised to love each other for the rest of their lives, right in front of my eyes, not even a full day ago.
Their eyes rounded in shock when they recognized me, before their heads dropped to stare at the floor. If I wasn’t so pissed off, I might’ve taken the time to enjoy the fact that they at least felt guilty for me seeing them there. But they weren’t the root of my problem.
Turning to the guy manning the front desk, I quickly dismissed him as the person I needed to vent at because he looked like he’d maybe graduated from college a minute ago. He definitely wasn’t old enough to have gone through law school, pass the bar, and open a law office of his own. “Where’s your boss?”
“He’ll be out in a second. Were you hoping to speak with him about getting a divorce?” the guy asked with a calm smile. Then he pointed over my shoulder toward the newlyweds who were already regretting their marriage. “Would you mind taking a seat? Because they’re up next. We’ll get to you as quickly as we can.” It was clear by his tone that he was attempting to calm me but nothing short of ripping his boss a new one was going to pacify me.
I held up my hand and wiggled my fingers to emphasize the absence of a ring. “No, I’d need to have a husband if I wanted to get divorced…which would never happen because I believe in marriage being forever. Unlike your boss, whose life’s work appears to be offering people an easy way out of their marriage.”
“I…um…” the poor guy sputtered, his soothing demeanor slipping away under the weight of my enraged glare.
“It’s okay, Chad. I’ve got this.”
My head whipped in the direction of that deep, masculine voice. In my anger, it took me a moment to recognize how shockingly handsome the man walking toward me was. He had golden blond hair that looked as though he’d just run his fingers through it, dark green eyes, and dimples that popped in his cheeks when he flashed me a charming grin. The pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose made him adorably nerdy. But he was also muscular. And hot as hell.
My long-dormant libido chose that moment to roar to life, but I wasn’t going to let my vagina make my decisions for me—not with this guy anyway. He was the enemy, no matter how attracted to him I was. And he was a bad choice, too. Because no way would a guy who specialized in divorces be interested in giving me a happily ever after. What a waste.
2
Will
Whoa. I stopped in my tracks as I came around the corner from my office into the lobby. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen was standing in front of the reception desk. She had long, wavy, golden hair that floated around slender shoulders and high, round tits. My mouth suddenly filled with saliva, and I swallowed hard, hoping I wouldn’t start drooling. The rest of her was lithe and willowy but curved in all the right places. Her bee-stung lips were painted bright red. If that alone hadn’t caused my dick to come roaring to life, it would have been the fire sparking in her deep blue eyes.
Fuck. I hadn’t reacted to woman like this in… well…ever. I’d never been so instantly drawn to someone or so completely consumed with lust. When she held up her hand and yelled about her lack of husband, my heart skipped a beat in relief while my dick pulsed in appreciation.
My assistant Chad was shrinking back under her wrath, and I almost laughed. Couldn’t he see how magnificent she was? Actually, scratch that. I was glad he didn’t see her that way.
“It’s okay, Chad. I’ve got this.”
He bobbed his head and grabbed a clipboard with some paperwork. Then he scrambled over to the other side of the room where my next clients waited.