“And that is?”
“You. Me. And a bed,” she said.
“I always knew you were a green-light girl.” His hands ran down her back and he boldly cupped her bottom.
“Green light?” She brushed her mouth over his jaw, feeling the stubble on her lips. It had been days since he’d shaved.
“You’ve been sending out those come-and-get-me signals since we first met.”
She looked up into his devilish brown eyes. “And now that you have me?”
He leaned over, his lips touching her ear. “Let’s just say I have my own plan B. And it involves a pair of handcuffs.”
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THE DANCE MUSIC pulsed through the floor and the lights flashed across the shadowy room. As the bare-chested men danced for the screaming women, Angie Lawson glanced at her cell phone to check the time. How much longer was she required to be at this bachelorette party?
She jumped when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Angie whirled around and saw the bride-to-be behind her. Brittany was dressed to attract attention from her fire-engine-red bandage dress to the rhinestone tiara and veil perched on top of her long, coppery hair.
“Angie, you are supposed to be having fun.” Brittany’s whine seemed to pierce through the music. Her hands were on her hips and she tapped her foot impatiently. “You’re my bridesmaid. It’s practically required!”