Chapter 6
Chapter Six
One drunken night in Vegas, and I ended up married to my enemy.
The crumpled marriage license discarded on the hotel table was almost the worst part.
Not only had I gotten married while utterly wasted, the proof looked like a kindergartener tried to fold it and brought it home next to their sippy cup.
While Jade stood there trying to smooth the haphazard wrinkles out of our marriage license, I grabbed the two bathrobes from the closet and passed her one. Please cover up your giant penis before I lose my mind.
“Whose room is this?” I asked as I tied my robe belt with a firm knot. No accidental flashing would be happening today.
“Mine,” she answered. “There’s some clothes in the dresser. I don’t see yours anywhere. Or mine, now that I think of it.”
“Ugh, did we get naked in the hallway?” While pretending to be preoccupied with something else, I watched as she put her robe on, covering up that delicious body of hers.
Did we really have sex last night? I didn’t remember anything after lunch, but that was no surprise.
I drank so many mimosas, cocktails, and a double margarita.
That seemed to be the exact combination to have a spontaneous wedding and leave my clothes in the hallway.
Jade’s clothes were both too big and too tight on me.
I found a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt to put on.
No panties. Hers were too small for my ass.
The shorts were a little snug, but the shirt swallowed me, slipping off one of my shoulders from the wide collar.
“I’m surprised you have something this casual.
I never see you in anything other than dress shirts and tight skirts. ”
“You noticed how tight they are?”
Urgh. Stop baiting me. “Anyone would notice, Jade. You show off your ass and your package all at once. Everyone notices.”
“I’m just glad that you do.”
Stopppppp.
My phone was nowhere to be found. Jade seemed unbothered after hers didn’t turn up either. She picked up the hotel phone and dialed the reception desk, idly fiddling with the belt of her robe as she waited for them to pick up.
“Hello. This is Jade Rost from room 725. My wife and I seem to have misplaced our belongings.” Wife.
She really just said that. “Yes. Some clothing and two cellphones. Also an emerald purse with two heart keychains on the strap. There’s a long repair stitch on the side.
” She described my purse perfectly, as if she was the one who owned it.
“If they have been stolen, I’m afraid I will have to question the security of this hotel, and the relationship between the Wyndol hotel group and the Rost corporation. ”
Wow. Trotting out her family’s reputation to bully people? Not that I was surprised. That was very on brand for Jade.
She hung up and spun to face me, her eyes immediately going to my chest. Her mouth tightened, and she took a deep breath before looking away.
“I can see your nipples.” Gritting my teeth, I quickly covered the puckers that had appeared on my shirt.
When did my nipples get hard??? “The front desk said they’ll deliver our belongings in a few minutes, however long it takes them to ride the elevator.
I’ll order some room service when they get here.
Strawberry pancakes, and an iced latte. Right? ”
“Stop that. You’re not my girlfriend.”
“Correct,” she responded, her eyes piercing right into mine. “I’m your wife. For now.”