Page 14 of Dear Wedding Planner
“Not yet, but I’m sure that she will be here any minute.”
“Want to take a seat?” he asks, pointing to the benches used in the glass chapel section of the venue.
“Sure,” I say, grateful for a break from standing in these heels all day. “Thank you for understanding. I told her how important it was to be here on time.”
Adam sits down next to me on the bench. “Don’t worry about it. I know what it’s like working with brides and grooms thinking that the world revolves around them.”
“Exactly,” I laugh. I hardly get the chance to talk with other people who deal with the same crap I have to deal with on a daily basis. "We get it, it's your big day, but for us, it's just another Saturday event we have to work."
“It’s nice to vent with someone who understands,” he says, resting his hand on my knee and squeezing gently.
I stare down at his hand in surprise before I look up, and he kisses me. I'm so stunned it takes me a moment to realize that what is happening is real and not some bad dream. I push against his chest to get him off me.
"What the hell was that?" I ask as I stand and take a few steps away from him.
“I thought,” he stares up at me in surprise.
“You thought what?”
“I thought that we were having a moment.
“We were having a conversation about our jobs. How is that at all say that I want you to kiss me?”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, so I figured I’d take a chance.” He shrugs, like what he’s done is no big deal.
“You don’t get to kiss women just because you want to, you asshole!”
“Don’t get so emotional.”
Rage flares up inside me. I’m so tired of men thinking that they can do what they want to women and then act like we are the ones acting out of line when we call them out on their shit.
"I'm not being emotional. I'm letting you know that if you ever try something like that on a woman again, you may not enjoy her reaction when she kicks you in the balls and leaves you on the floor in the fetal position.” I turn and start to walk away, but turn around to say once more thing, “And just so you know, I will be letting everyone know what a slime ball you are. I don't think you will have to worry about another late bride since you won't be keeping this job much longer.”
“Don’t be such a bitch!” he calls after me, but I don’t look back as I push out the glass doors.
