Damn him and his tenacious, panty-melting comebacks, and damn my morals, too.
He was hot, and I was lonely. I was also slowly turning into one ofthosebridesmaids.
Pulling away from him to catch my breath, I harassed him a little. “You, sir, should know to bring lip balm with you on chilly nights so close to the water.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” he said on an exhalation before going in for a show-stopping, fireworks-shooting, knee-weakening make-out session that should have gone down in history books.
“I’ll take that as a yes, you are impressed,” he teased during a brief reprieve.
“Don’t ruin the moment,” I whispered, pulling him in by his lapels.
With the sound of waves crashing on the shoreline behind us, we lip-locked like drunken school kids for what felt like too fleeting of a moment before the sound of tapping rudely interrupted us. As I looked past my hunky kissing partner, I saw Josie jumping up and down on the other side of the glass, clapping like an idiot.
She had planned this all along—the sweetheart table, not wanting to put the bridal party at its own table, sitting Logan next to me for dinner. That sneaky sister of mine knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him. I did have to hand it to her—she was good.
“We’ve been had.” I pointed before waving to Josie with a forced, toothy smile.
Turning to join in the awkward wave, Logan hooked his arm around my waist. “Should we freshen up our drinks?”
“As long as mine comes with a lime chaser and you remove your arm.”
“As you wish.” He threw his hands in the air before escorting me back to the lion’s den.
He held the door for me and I made a beeline for the bar after throwing Logan’s coat over the back of his chair. I did have to give him some credit—bringing an extra jacket was a smooth move for sure. Thumping bass engulfed us as I shouted my order of tequila shots to the bartender.
“Cheers to bad decisions and my entire family knowing about them.” I handed Logan his glass. Without waiting for him, I threw the chilled liquid to the back of my throat, hoping my limited inhibitions would be enough to blame this entire situation on.
After back-to-back shots of liquid courage, Logan and I stormed the dance floor, cutting a rug with all the guests. Laughing and carrying on, my sister and Roger joined us.
Roger pointed a knowing finger from Logan to me, followed up with a cheeky thumbs-up before twirling Josie around like a rag doll. Her petite frame was dwarfed by his imposing stature, making them seem like one of the most unlikely matches ever, but it was quite adorable.
After about an hour or so of nonstop boogying, tossing my shoes to the side, and making a complete ass of myself with hopeless dance moves, it was time to send Roger and Josie off in a limo to an undisclosed resort where they would kick off their honeymoon in style. I passed out bottles of bubbles to the guests as we all lined up for the happy couple to run through and out to their awaiting car.
Hugging all of my family and wishing everyone a good night, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that the entire event was over.
I grabbed my shoes and marched barefoot down the hallway to the elevators to retreat to my room on the fifteenth floor alone. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand landed in the small gap.
“Room for one more?” Logan’s husky voice echoed in the small space as he encroached on my privacy once again.
“I guess it’s a free country,” I retorted, shrinking away from him into the corner of the small space.
“Do I repulse you that much?” he asked, taking a step away from me with a furrowed brow. He looked like a beaten puppy as his shoulders collapsed.
“It’s quite the opposite, to be frank, but I still don’t think this is a good idea.” I tried in vain to look anywhere but into his ocean blue eyes, which I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate in the dim lighting of the ballroom.
As the elevator ascended floor by floor, Logan took brazen steps forward. “What room are you in?”
I shook my head. “You’re not coming with me.”
He dug a key card out of his wallet as the elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor. “I’m 1323. If you decide to make an appearance, I have scotch in my room. If not, I understand.”
Shoving the plastic into my hand, he turned and walked away. The doors shut in front of me and I leaned against the glass wall for the few seconds it took to get me two floors higher.
I slunk into my room, throwing my purse and his key onto the dresser next to the television. At a rapid-fire pace, I was out of my dress and into yoga pants, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror.
It’s not a good idea.
Just go to sleep.
He’s hot as hell.
He obviously wants you to come to his room.
I pulled at the annoying bobby pins that were securing my tight up-do, releasing my hair curl by curl. The thought of going to Logan’s room was winning the battle as potential scenarios played out in my head. One night of fun wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and we didn’t have an audience anymore. No one would have to know about my one-night stand escapade.