Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“You’re supposed to do these things out of the goodness of your heart.”
“What would be the fun in that?” I taunt. “Nah, I want something. What will my hot wife give me for my matchmaking skills?”
She rolls her eyes. “Damian can die a lonely old man because I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“Liar,” I tease, kissing her lips. “Dile a papi lo que quieres, abejita.” Tell Daddy what you want, little bee.
“Don’t be gross.”
I laugh. “Your learning Spanish is becoming a problem.”
“Yeah, for my ears,” she groans. “Fine, I’ll bite. What do you want, my filthy husband?”
I flash her a wicked grin. “You. In your wedding dress. Against the piano in Eduardo’s restaurant.”
She eyes the crowd, all of which are partying outside under the bright sun. “Hmm. You’d have to be quick.”
“I’ll be a one-pump chump.” Lies. It usually takes at least five.
“And you better make magic happen with your cousin because my task is harder.”
“Harder?” I challenge. “All you have to do is lift your dress, bend over, and play a little Elton John on the piano.”
“God, you are such a freak, bird boy.”
“Your freak.”
“I’ll slip away first. You do the deed with Nicolás and then meet me in Eduardo’s in five.”
I pull her to me for a quick kiss. “I love you, Sheridan Zaragoza.”
“Love you too. Now make me proud or we’re getting a divorce.”
She scampers off before I have a chance to smack her ass—which I learned she really, really enjoys. As soon as she disappears, I saunter over to Nicolás.
“I could teach you to dance,” I offer.
My broody cousin frowns harder. “I don’t want to dance.”
“Because you suck. I could teach you how to not suck.”
He grumbles and ignores me.
“Where’s your date? Monica? Cynthia? Ramona?”
“Busy.”
“Man, you’re such a bad liar.” I look over to where Damian is now dancing with Eduardo. “Did you know he smells like cotton candy and tequila if you get really close?”
Nicolás snaps his glare my way. “So?”
“So, I bet you’re wondering if he tastes like it too.”
His jaw clenches.
I continue on, nudging him with my shoulder. “No one will fault you if you go find out. Damian happens to be a really cool fucking guy. A total diva and a bitch when he’s on his pretend period, but amazing nonetheless.”
“I’m not…” he trails off, scowling.
For someone “not,” he sure does stare at Damian’s ass a lot.
“Well, cuz, if I were you, I’d figure your shit out before Damian manages to drag your brother back out of that chair. Mateo, with enough liquor in him, has always been the experimental type. I guess I’ll have to ask him if Damian tastes like cotton—”
Nicolás is already storming away from me.
Toward him.
And the look on Damian’s face tells me he is in no way prepared for two hundred pounds of muscle and pure Mexican alpha male headed his way. His shocked gasp only confirms it.
My work is done here.
Time to play Rocket Man with the wife.