Yours Truly (Billionaires and Brides 2)

So she smiled at him and looked him straight in those beautiful eyes. To her surprise, he winked at her, making her cheeks flush again. He certainly was confident. She liked it. He strolled over, moving with a suave grace.

“You here with the wedding?” he asked. Up close, he was even more attractive, and Kat was having a hard time coming up with complete sentences.

“Uh huh,” she managed to murmur. “What about you?”

“I am.” He grinned at her. “Need a ride to the reception?”

“I can’t,” Kat answered. She needed to pick up the garter belt and anything else Renee forgot. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she cursed herself. She was supposed to be Fun Kat, and here she was being responsible again. “Do you?”

She smiled at him, hoping he didn’t think she was a complete idiot.

“I’m good,” he replied as a red sports car rolled up behind the limo. The valet jumped out and handed the handsome man his keys.

Bob opened the door to the church and poked his head out. “Kat? Renee wants you to come be in a picture.”

“Of course,” Kat replied. “I’ll be right there.”

Bob closed the door behind him, leaving Kat and the handsome man alone again.

“Save me a dance.” His voice was low and powerful. It wasn’t a question or a request. It was an expectation. Confidence must be his middle name, she thought to herself.

“We’ll see,” she replied coyly. At least, she hoped it was flirtatious and charming. She wanted that dance.

He gave her one last once-over, clearly enjoying the sight before giving her the sexiest wink she had ever received. A shiver ran through her. She almost gasped at how sexy it made her feel.

She followed Bob back inside, looking back at the last moment to see him grin at her one last time. It’d been a while since someone had flirted so obviously with her and Kat found herself enjoying it. It was nice to be desired, even if only for a moment.

It was nice not to be “shy.”

As she walked back to the bride, Kat made a decision. She was going to have fun tonight. She wasn’t going to be the responsible one or the one making sure that everything went smoothly. For once, she was going to let someone else make sure no one was puking in the bathroom or jumping off chandeliers. Who knew, maybe she’d even be the one doing the jumping. One thing was for sure, she was going to find that guy at the reception and flirt her heart out. Nothing was stopping Kat tonight. Nothing.

Boring Kat was dead. Long live Fun Kat.

2

Fun Kat

If a fashion magazine and a flower shop had a baby, it would look like this reception, Kat thought to herself as she finally walked into the hotel ballroom. She set the garter down on the bride’s table before turning to observe the room. The ballroom was antique and beautiful to begin with, but Kat was fairly sure Renee had purchased every flower in the tri-state area. Roses dominated, but there were gardenias, lilies, orchids, hyacinth, and every other flower Kat could name. She didn’t want to think about what Bob had paid to clear the stock out of fifteen different flower shops.

She looked around, pretending to take in the decorations but really looking for Mr. Sexy-wink from earlier. The room was lit for mood, so it was difficult to see faces among the multitudes of flowers. Of course, because Kat had gone back home to get the forgotten garter, she was an hour late to the reception. Most of the food was eaten and the first dance was already well underway.

“At least I didn’t have to listen to the speeches,” Kat said to herself, making her way to the open bar. If she was going to find Mr. Sexy-wink, she wanted to have a little liquid courage in her.

Glasses of champagne sat ready for anyone to take them, so Kat grabbed one and downed it. Knowing Renee, it was probably a glass of champagne that deserved to be savored, like Dom Perignon or Cristal, but it just tasted like regular champagne to her. She set the empty glass down and picked up another, determined to go slower this time and actually try to taste a difference.

“Would you care to dance?” a male voice asked behind her. Kat turned to see Mr. Sexy-wink grinning at her.

She nearly dropped her champagne.

His eyes met hers and her heart stumbled, running up against her ribs and making her head spin. There was no way she could say no to anything those blue eyes asked of her.

“I’d love to,” she replied. She sounded like she was calm and in control, but she had no idea how she had managed to pull that off. She wanted to giggle and blush like a pre-teen girl, but somehow she was managing to play it cool.

He took her hand, making her heart do back-flips and somersaults. Music filled the room as he pulled her out onto the dance floor. A live band played swing music and all around her couples were dancing as if it were the 1920s.

Kat was most certainly not from the 1920s, and had no idea what she was doing. Suddenly, a dance didn’t seem like such a good idea. She knew that the one swing dance lesson she had taken three weeks ago was not near enough, especially now that she had the opportunity to be dancing with Mr. Sexy-wink. Three years of lessons wouldn’t be enough.

She thought of running or coming up with some excuse that would mean she wouldn’t be stomping on his toes through a whole dance. No, she thought, taking a breath. Tonight is for fun. Dancing is fun. If he doesn’t like me because I can’t dance, then he isn’t worth my time. She wasn’t about to let herself down now.