“Say—” I light my smoke, catching Emmett's eye. “—who’s the bridesmaid?”
He spits the champagne a foot in front of him, his wide eyes turning in the direction of said chick. “You don’t want to know.”
“Aw, man! Does your wife have any single friends? Seriously!”
“He’s…” Em clears his throat. “She’s not…”
“She’s single?” I ask hopefully.
She’s so coming home with me tonight.
“That’s Rosie’s sibling,” he mumbles.
“Sweeet!” I grin, dragging from my smoke. “Did she keep her locked away? I never met her.” I blow a small cloud to the top of the tent.
“Studied aboard…” Emmett mumbles lamely.
Just then the woman of the hour appears next to us.
“I was wondering where you disappeared,” Rosalie chides my friend. Always bossy.
“Came to greet Ed, here.” Emmett claps my back.
“Well, could you stay with Jas, too? All alone over there…you know how I feel.” She gives her sibling a long look.
Jas. That’s a nice name.
Jasmine maybe?
Sweet.
“I can keep her company,” I offer, throwing in my best smile. Rose looks furiously at me and I raise my hands in surrender. “She’s all alone as you said. I promise to be good.”
Emmett takes her hand. “He doesn’t know.”
“Oh.” Her face softens. “Oh, well. Go ahead. Mark my words, if you hurt Jas in any way I will kill you.”
I stab my cigarette on the edge of a plate and scurry away before she can kill me for that, too.
On the way to Jas I run my hands through my hair, keeping my eyes on her—fine ass, long legs, wavy blonde hair—it’s like every man’s wet dream. Fuck, I hope I make an impression and we can find a bathroom quickly. She can’t say no to me.
“Hello, Jas,” I say, keeping my voice low and smooth. Chicks go crazy for that.
She jumps as if burnt and turns to me, looking shocked.
Well that makes two of us.
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