2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

I didn’t want to let her go. Not now. We could set an alarm.

“Stay a little longer, please. I’ll make sure you’re on time.” I pleaded. She thought for a second, eyes wary.

“Okay.”

She stayed with me, showing me just how much she didn’t want to let me go once more before we drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty Eight: Emilia

The sun was shining in so bright I had to shield my eyes as they adjusted. I barely saw the hotel room last night, but it was beautiful. Definitely not the same as mine. The back of a couch that was golden and looked fit for a queen faced us. Us.

I turned and faced Tristan. I had never seen him asleep before, but he looked so handsome. And tranquil. His lips parted softly with quiet snores. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, tracing the lines of his face and his soft, pull lips. He didn’t even stir.

I seemed to be in heaven before I remembered. The hotel room. The wedding. I glanced at the clock.

Shit!

I was supposed to be up an hour ago! I was out of the bed and in my shirt so fast I was panting by the time I reached my room. I showered in record time.

My dress was simple, a knee length, royal blue dress with a slight stay in it. I barely had time to do my hair so it just went up in a ballerina bun with some gel. I was so fucking late.

I slipped my heels on and checked my phone from the charger. No one had called me freaking out.

I did call the delivery truck and made sure the flowers were on their way. Forgetting I had woken up late, they were already there waiting on me in the main hall, where the ceremony would take place.

“Good morning.” I feigned smile. I was so hungry and tired.

I stayed up way too late with Tristan. I knew I should have left. Damn it, he convinced me to stay. I told myself not to blame him, I was an adult and I made a decision. But now I knew what decision I have to make.

“Morning,” the guy was nice, smiling at me like I wasn’t an hour late. This was so behind schedule. “Everything is here and unloaded where it should go. Just sign here.” He handed me the electronic signature board and I signed quickly.

I had to get to work.

Most important was the altar. I had two big stone pots where they would stand between. They held an array of pink roses and dahlias. I had been doing this long enough that I could do it right, and still be rushing as much I was. The pots took about twenty minutes, some needed to be clipped. I moved on to the aisle, where the ends of the rows were lined with cherry blossom bundles. That is what took most of my time. There were thirty rows. On each side.

“Ma’am, we were sent here by Mr. Cox, do you need help?” two ladies entered the room, young and dressed in matching shirts that read Floral Girls.

Tristan must have sent them. I guess the way I rushed out of there woke him up, and he realized I was late. A small sense of relief washed over me.

“Hi. Yes, these rows need to be finished.” They nodded eagerly and got to work. I checked a few of them, they knew what they were doing.

I entered the reception hall and had to take a deep breath, or I would give myself a panic attack because there was so much to do. I took care of the bride and groom’s table first. It sat in the front with twelve seats for them and their bridal party. There were three vases split evenly, my plan for them matched the altar, so it didn’t take long.

Each centerpiece had the flowers already in them, I just tweaked the arrangement. I constantly padded my brow sweat with a napkin so I wouldn’t ruin my makeup. But two hours later, I was finally finished.

Ten minutes before the party arrived.

I was to go back to the dressing room to fix the boutonnieres. It was a simple white rose surrounded by Babies Breath. I heard the men’s voices as I rounded the corner. And Tristan. He was with Levi, across the hall was his father and the other groomsmen. I only recognized his father.

I knocked first before they let me in. They were nice and didn’t give me any trouble as I pinned them on, making sure they were perfect. Trouble didn’t come until I was headed to the groom’s room. I knocked softly.

“Come in.” Tristan said. My breath hitched at his voice. I guess I was nervous because of how I left him this morning.

When I entered, it was like the room already knew what happened. My eyes went to his immediately. But I just went to Levi and told him I was pinning it on.

“Thanks…I have to uh, use the bathroom.” I knew he was lying when he shut the door to the coat closet.

I was left with Tristan.