Engaged to Mr. Perfect_An Accidental Marriage Romance by Lilian Monroe

Author:Lilian Monroe [Monroe, Lilian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

22

Meghan

I’m glad Andrew is here. Otherwise, I’m not sure I would have survived the quick exit we had to make from the country club. I can still picture Nadine seething in her white wedding dress, pointing at me from across the dance floor. I can still see that dribble of bird poo making its way down the side of her face.

I’ll probably have nightmares about it.

But those are nightmares for another time, because right now, I just want to forget about it all.

Andrew helps me out of the limo and my eyebrows shoot up when I see our destination.

“Tops Off Bottoms Up?” I say, reading the flashing neon sign outside the derelict-looking building. Andrew chuckles and takes my hand.

“Classiest joint in the city.”

“Clearly. One second.”

I reach up under my skirt and rip off the thousands of petticoats that make it so poofy. I toss them back into the limo, smoothing the dress down and taking a deep breath.

“That’s better. I don’t look like a duvet anymore.”

“No, you just look like a duvet cover.”

I smack his chest, laughing. “You’re on thin ice, mister. Let’s go.”

When we step inside, I’m expecting to be met with a room full of stale beer and desperation. Instead, I’m greeted with a sleek, modern-looking bar with exceptionally good-looking staff. My eyes linger on the topless men and women serving drinks, and a zip of heat travels down my spine.

The patrons aren’t wretched, lonely-looking men. They’re young, and lively, and seeming to be here for other reasons than the views from behind the bar.

It almost feels like a regular bar, but with a current of energy running through it. Andrew tugs on my hand, nodding to a booth in the back corner.

“Here,” he says. “I think we’ll do well with a bit of privacy.”

I nod, silently relieved. When the waitress appears to take our order, a flash of jealousy runs through me, until I realize Andrew is staring at the menu.

“I’ll have your lager,” he says, and then turns to me and smiles. “You?”

“Vodka soda, please,” I say. “And two shots of tequila.”

Andrew’s eyebrows twitch up towards his hairline and he glances at the waitress, grinning. His hand slides over my thigh as he looks back at me.

“I’m impressed you didn’t look at that woman’s breasts,” I say, grinning at him.

“Why stare at those when I can stare at these?” He brushes his hand across my chest and warmth blooms in my stomach. It feels like both of us have completely forgotten about our arrangement to keep things ‘professional’, and I’m okay with it. His hand drifts over my chest again. The corset is tight against my chest, and it makes every touch a thousand times more sensitive.

We must stare at each other for a few minutes, because a male waiter appears with our drinks. He glances at my dress and then to Andrew’s tux. Andrew’s bowtie is hanging around his neck, and his hair is ruffled. I know my hair and makeup probably look a little worse for wear.

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