Accidentally Wild (The Wilder Brothers)

“Good.”

“But holy mackerel, the look on your face if you woke up married? I’d pay every single ounce of cash out of my savings account to see that.”

“And how much money would that be?”

“Two thousand dollars.”

“Well, it’s two thousand dollars you can keep to yourself because none of that is happening.”

“But you have this wonderful room all to yourself, Andrea. What if I ordered you a man?”

“Are you even hearing yourself? You just offered to rent me a gigolo for the night.”

“You’re too wound up all the time. And I get it. That’s your thing. But ever since Lucas came into my world, it’s been so much better. I’m freer and looser.”

“Because he bends you at so many angles,” I said.

“And we could find you someone who bends you at angles, too.”

“That sounds like it hurts. I think I’ll pass.”

“Well, pass while you pack. I’m picking out your clothes, however I’m not folding them up for you.”

“But you are cleaning up this mess you made once I’m done packing, because I sure as hell am not doing it.”

“Fine, fine. But get over here and start picking out some things. The Jessica-approved outfits are over here in this general vicinity.”

She panned her hand around the left side of my room and I threw my head back to laugh. Oh, seeing her this excited all weekend would really be a treat. I’d have to take pictures and videos for Bianca. I started picking out a few things off the bed and the floor to fold up and pack. I settled them into my suitcase, then picked out some matching boots to go with everything. I didn’t want to prance around all weekend in heels. Jessica enjoyed them, but I only wore them when necessary. They were uncomfortable and hurt like hell. Not something I thought was a whole lot of fun.

“Oh, pack these,” she said.

I turned around just in time for a pair of black lacy panties to attach themselves to my face.

“Really? My lacy panties?” I asked.

“For someone who doesn’t get laid, you’ve got a very nice selection. Here, pack these as well.”

She tossed a matching bra my way and I groaned.

“Jessica, what did I just say?”

“What!? I’m trying to find some normal underwear in here, but all you’ve got is lacy and g-string and push-up stuff in here. You’re one tick away from admitting to me that you moonlight as a lady of the night,” she said.

She tossed a bright yellow pair of panties my way and I caught them in the air.

“Jessica, cut it out.”

“Andrea, what the hell are you doing with all this if you aren’t having sex?”

“A woman’s gotta feel beautiful at some point in time. I pick out pretty underwear and nice nightgowns.”

“Which yo

u’re packing, by the way. Those silky numbers with the matching robes? Perfect for a night in. Which I’ll do with you if you go out once with me.”

“Thanks. That’ll be fun,” I said.

“But this is Vegas, and what happens there, stays there. So, for the night I do have you out, we’re going all out, missy.”