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2024-10-29 19:42:56“I just… Where am I going to find anyone able to cater for us at short notice?”
She groans and clicks at her laptop. “No, no, no!” She drops her head to the bar. “Why is this so hard for them to get right? Champagne and ivory are not the same color. The seat sashes are supposed to be champagne, not fucking ivory!”
She is not having a good day. I pat her shoulder. “There, there, Wifey. You have three months still to chew their asses out until they get it right.”
“Brenda, with the amount Aaron is paying them to get it right, I shouldn’t have to be gnawing their asses” She sits up, sighing heavily. “This is crazy. Why can’t we just teleport in some exotic country and get married without all this fancy shit?”
I laugh at the thought. Yes, Dayton would resist her dream wedding for a small party on a beach somewhere. Sure.
I close her laptop down and stand up.
“Okay, babe. Let’s get you a drink. You and I both know you wouldn’t want to have this any other way.”
“I know. I just… It’s three months away and already I’m being dragged down by shit. Why can’t these people just get things right?”
I filled two glasses of wine and put them on the table between us. “Listen to me, Dayton. You will get this fixed. Has Aaron chosen his best man yet?”
Distraction is the best policy. In this case, it’s my wine and a rare instance of Aaron’s incompetence. Here’s hoping she says he has…
“Yes. He had him picked three months ago. He just got his ass in gear and asked him.”
“Who is it? Anyone hot and rich from his company?”
Hey, distraction is the best policy. I could use a good distraction.
I grab her laptop and open her email.
Day snorts. “His cousin. Although, Ivan is hot and rich. And kind of from the company. I mean, he’s a photographer. He’s the guy training me. I don’t know how you two haven’t met yet. Hmm.”
Wait. Did she just say?
Fvck no. This is an awful coincidence that my best friend’s fiancé happens to have a cousin named Ivan who’s a photographer, right? Seattle is a big place. It’s plausible.
Still, I feel my cheeks flush, and Dayton frowns.
“Uh, Brenda?”
“Um.” Cue nervous giggle. “Did you say, Ivan? A photographer?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Does he happen to be British?”
A beat of silence passes before I answered, “Yes.”
"Oh, fvcking crap", do you know him Dayton gazed at me.
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I turned and looked at her. Aaron was standing behind her, his hand on her back, staring at Ivan. Dayton’s eyes were flicking between us.“It’s fine,” I answered, grabbing my keys from the bar. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”He watched me the whole time. Like he’s a predator stalking his prey, his eyes were fixated on me. They follow my every move, studying me, evaluating me…memorizing me.It’s unnerving. But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s not a sinister look or even remotely bad. It’s casual. Intense, but casual. No different than the way you watch the characters move across the stage at the theater.If only there weren’t something…in his gaze that set off a herd of butterflies in my stomach so strong that I can barely eat a thing. Most of my dinner is pushed around my plate, untouched except for the gentle prodding of my fork.Aaron asked for the
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“Oh, that parts. Still not believing you.” He released one of my wrists and dived his hand into my hair. “It came to my attention during dinner that you’re rather mouthy.”“I’m an independent woman. Being a sarcastic, mouthy bitch is an occupational hazard.”His laugh is low, and the way it shaked his body made his thigh rub against my core. I bite my lip again. Holy crap.“Ah, yes. The independent woman.” Ivan dropped his face and brushed a kiss against my jaw. “Vibrator and all.”My cheeks flushed. Why, oh why, did I have to mention the vibrator?He kissed his way down my jaw, his fingers flexing at both my wrist and the back of my head.“Ivan, get the fuck off of me.” Before I spontaneously combust because it’s getting damn hot out here.“Mouthy,” he whispered.He pressed his lips to mine before I could do anything about it,
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Cake. There were cake everywhere. Every-fucking-where. Normal cake, Chocolate cake, Cheesecake, Red velvet cake, Ooh, Red velvet cake… yummy. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. We are in a bakery, after all, but just the sight of all the cake is making me feel a little sick. I haven’t tasted a thing yet, but I’d bet I’ll be ready to vomit pretty damn soon if the platter in front of me is anything to go by. I eyed it warily, and Dayton nudged me. “It’s just cake.” “It’s a lot of cake. I mean, how many different types of cake are there?” She looked around the bakery. “A lot, evidently.” “Why do we have to try them all?” I picked up a chocolate cake sample and looked at the label. “Chocolate fudge cake! Well, we both know what that tastes like.” She grabbed my wrist before I could put it down. “Brenda, humor me, please?” I turned my face toward her. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.” She tried to put an annoyed look, but the twitch of her
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I hanged my coat in the back room and relieved Jeanie of her shift. She waved goodbye with a thankful expression, and I knew instantly that Old Jack was in the bar.Old Jack, or Jack Brice, is one of the loveliest old men I’ve ever met. When he’s sober. When he’s had a few ales, he turns into a humorous old lad with a roving eye over all the bar girls.This happened on a regular basis, given that my boss was a bit of a pig who insisted on only having young people behind his bar. Young girls bring in the guys and young guys bring in the girls.Tonight, Jeanie had brought in Old Jack and kindly left him for me. And judging by the grin on his face, he’s not totally hammered. Yet.“Brenda,” he crooned my name like he’s a ‘country singer. I’ve heard on radio.“Jack.” I looked at him my best smile. “How are you this evening?”“Better for seeing you, darlin’.
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“There are several things on offer tonight, but they might not be what you’re looking for.”“I’m sure there’s something in this bar I’m looking for.” His eyes flashed.“Then you should probably look at the bar instead of the woman serving behind it.”The twitching in his lips pulled them into a full-fledged smirk. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.”“Oh, isn’t that the problem,” I muttered, turning to serve another person.Ivan’s eyes were on me the whole time, following every one of my movements as I poured three pints and handed them to the barely legal co-eds eyeing me up.“Are you working all night?” one of them asked. He was built and leaned his elbow on the bar so his bicep flexed.“I am,” I smiled at him flirtatiously.He winked before turning away with his buddies.I heard a
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“Two eighty, please.”He counted out the exact change and dropped it on the bar, the sound clinking over the music. “Do you often go home with college kids who wank more often than they fuck?”'Wank'. What a wonderful word.“Why are you smiling?”I licked my lips. “Wank. It’s a very British word.”“I’m British, if you hadn’t noticed.”“I noticed. Somewhere between you hooking my legs over your shoulders and pinning me against my car.” I leaned against the bar again. “Does it matter if I leave work with college guys?”“You’re free to leave with who you like. For now.”“For now? That sounds like someone planning to intervene in my lifestyle.”Ivan drunk his beer in one go and slided the bottle across the bar to me. “That sounds like someone who’s meeting you from work with an offer
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“I don’t know his past and he doesn’t know mine.”“Because you’re refusing to talk about it. Yeah, we talk. Just because we’re guys doesn’t mean we don’t talk about this shit. I called him a hundred times with Dayton—he’s more like my brother than anything. I know how he feels about you, Brenda. He’s told me. And let me tell you if you’d asked me six months ago if I ever thought he’d be this serious about a woman, I would have laughed at you.” His lips twitch. “I did laugh when he told me. I thought he was kidding, but he isn’t.”“It’s not just a snap decision. I can’t clap my hands together and know. I’m not holding off to protect myself. I’m doing it to protect him.”“Ivan’s a big boy. He can protect himself. I’ve seen him do it several times.”I put my face in my hands then ran my finger
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I stifled a yawn as I followed Aaron around the new bar. They landed back in Seattle minutes after Ivan and I did, and Day took one look at me and told Aaron to bring me there.She’d taken Ivan to get coffee, and I sworn, if she was pulling her matchmaking shit, I would kill her.“What do you think?” Aaron asked.I looked around the building. Then, it was carnage in there. Builders were everywhere. There was dust and wooden planks and whatever in every single possible place. But looking at the plans in my hand—Aaron’s vision—I saw it.“I think it’s gonna be the best damn cocktail bar in the city,” I said honestly.“Good answer.” He grinned. “It should be ready to go in two weeks. When do you have to tell Donny you’re leaving?”“I’ll go by when I leave here and tell him. I’ll give him a week’s notice then take a week off.”
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“I’m not afraid of relationships. I have an addiction to sex, not a phobia of commitment.” His words stung. They did. Right from my head to my toes. “But yes. That’s the main reason I never pursued a relationship in London. Everyone there knew who I was and what I was worth. Here in Seattle, well. I guess I just never found someone worth having a relationship for.” His gaze burning into me. “Until now,” he finished. “I wish I could be that girl.” My words were so quiet that they were practically a whisper. It was true. I wished I weren’t afraid. I wished I could tackle him with the impulsiveness I tackled Aaron’s new bar with. I wished I could throw every piece of bullshit away and gave him the thing he wanted because He deserved it. He deserved happiness. He deserved smiles and security and certainty. Something I couldn’t offer. Ivan reached across the table and linked his fingers through mine. He lifted our ha
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I said nothing, letting the moment linger. Letting his words hover between us, embracing them, holding on to them…getting addicted to them. To the underlying current of power in every syllable. To the smooth way he strung them all together and the way he never stopped to take a breath. To the inflection in the word ‘yours.’ Addicted to the way he didn’t have to think for a second about saying them. Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work. But I didn’t. I couldn’t—because I
