Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Shit, that was easy,” Josh says. “That was like planning a wedding with a dude.”
“I told you right from the start—I’m an honorary dude.”
Josh snorts. “Yeah, yet another big ol’ steaming pile of bullshit brought to you by Katherine Ulla Morgan.” He snorts again. “You said that, but it didn’t turn out to be quite as true as the brochure promised.”
I want to be pissed, but it’s impossible. I laugh heartily.
“So you got any must-haves?” Josh asks. “Speak now or forever hold your peace. Time’s already tickin’.”
I think for a minute. “Well, I definitely wanna wear a pretty white dress. I don’t care if I’m pregnant, I’m still your virgin-bride, right?”
“Absolutely. I’ve never fucked you as Mrs. Faraday before. That’s virgin enough for me.”
“And I want my family and best friends there, of course.” I twist my mouth, considering. “If we’re doing this in Hawaii, then I’d like to get married on a beach at sunset, right on the sand. And I don’t wanna wear shoes. I think it’d be hilarious if I were barefoot and pregnant.”
Josh laughs. “Awesome.”
“You like that idea?” I ask.
“Of course. I love it. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because if we’re gonna do a beach-on-the-sand-thing, you can’t really wear one of your fancy suits.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Them’s fighting words, babe. Why the fuck not? I’m wearing a tux to my wedding, no matter where it is. If it’s on the beach, I won’t wear shoes—but I’m wearing a goddamned tuxedo to my own wedding. I’m the groom.”
I giggle. “Sorry, Playboy. Momentary insanity on my part.”
“Jesus,” Josh says, mock-glaring at me. “Don’t even joke about me not getting my dream wedding.”
I laugh.
“We gotta look like the bride and groom on top of a wedding cake.”
I laugh again. “Wow, you’ve actually thought about this, haven’t you?”
“Hey, I know,” Josh says, his eyes lighting up. “Why don’t we have everyone go barefoot? The theme can be black-tie barefoot-and-pregnant.”
“Dude, you should be a party planner. It’s brillz.”
“Yeah, I’m liking this,” Josh says, his eyes sparkling. “What else, Party Girl?”
“I’d like to have a kick-ass band at the reception. Dancing is definitely one of my bridezilla demands.”
“I’ll put Reed in charge of getting us a kick-ass band. He’ll get someone awesome for us, I’m sure.”
My heart is beginning to race with excitement. “Oh, and a fully-stocked, open bar all night long so everyone but me can get shit-faced drunk.”
Josh rolls his eyes. “You really feel the need to say that explicitly to me? Do you also feel the need to tell me you want food at our wedding? How about toilet paper in the bathroom?”
I get up from my chair and fling myself onto Josh’s lap. “Thank you so much. This is the best day of my life.”
“From this day forward, my goal is to make you say that every day of your life.”
I kiss him. “Thank you. This is amazing.”
“Hang on,” Josh says, pulling out his phone. “Lemme shoot T-Rod a quick text. If I tell her the gist tonight, by tomorrow she’ll have a list of potential venues for us, I guarantee it. And then you can work with her and whatever wedding planners she hires to get everything exactly the way you want it.”
I purse my lips. “It’s funny,” I say. “After all the wedding planning I helped Sarah with, I really don’t have any thumping desire to do it all again, even if it’s for me this time. I think I just wanna show up, basically.”
“Hey, maybe you are a dude, after all,” Josh says. He pokes his fingertip into my crotch. “Are you sure you don’t have a dick and balls under there?”
“Nope. Definitely a vagina and uterus.” I pat my belly.
“Okay, I’ll tell Theresa to talk to you about basic vision and whatever’s on your wish list and she’ll take it from there. Sound good? We’ll both show up and look fucking gorgeous and enjoy whatever treats Theresa’s lined up for us.”
“That sounds really nice.”
“It does, doesn’t it? That’s how I run pretty much my whole life—I just show up looking fucking gorgeous and enjoy the treats.”
I nuzzle my nose into his. “You do that really well, Playboy.” I kiss Josh’s soft lips and I’m instantly aroused. “You know,” I purr. “I thanked you for my diamond necklace and bracelet, but I never thanked you for my beautiful ring.”
“Oh,” Josh says, raising an eyebrow. “Well, shit, we’d better remedy that situation right away.”
“Here we are,” the butler says, out of nowhere, making us both flinch. He lays down a platter of desserts on the table.
“Change of plans,” Josh says abruptly. “Sorry, Jeeves. We’ve decided we’d prefer privacy for the rest of the night.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Just bring the desserts inside. I’m sure we’ll nibble them later.”
“Yes, sir.”
The butler picks up the platter of scrumptious looking desserts and quickly disappears into the suite.