Page 82 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“It means my name is on the reservation,” she says.
“Both our names are on the reservation,” I say. “I asked.”
She walks to the wall near the dresser and pushes on it. A door swings open, revealing a closet behind it filled with her suitcase, clothes, and two big garment bags. She grabs a small-looking dress from a hanger and pushes the door shut. The magnetic closure clicks into place.
At least now I know where the closet is.
I grab my phone to call Blake and put it on the speaker so Brie can hear what he says.
“Yo,” Blake answers.
Bristol drops the towel and captures all of my attention as she raises her arms to let the dress fall over her naked body.
“Hello,” Blake says again.
Bristol smirks at me.
Shit.
“Dude,” I say. “Brie and I are booked in the same room.”
“Really?” Blake sounds surprised. “Let me look at Taylor’s list. Hang on.” The sounds of paper rustling and things being moved and falling come through the speaker before he returns. “Uh, yeah. That’s right. I think she did it after you guys got married.”
“We were married for like three days,” I say.
She moves to the dresser and pulls a lacy thong from one of the drawers, then sits on the edge of the bed to pull it on. Right leg first, then the left. She stands and shimmies it up her thighs, raising the hem of the dress as she goes.
I just saw her pussy not ten minutes ago, but I’ll be damned if I’m not disappointed the panties cover it so fast now. I get a glimpse of her belly button before she lets the skirt of the dress flutter down around her.
“Yeah, shit. I think maybe we had to finalize everything while we were all in Vegas or maybe right after that. So, it makes sense that Taylor booked you in one room if it happened then, now that I think about it.”
She turns to head back into the bathroom. The dress has small straps that tie at the shoulder. I can tell from here she’s not wearing a bra.
She’s a fucking tease.
“They don’t have any other rooms.” I’m trying to make my annoyance clear without being a dick to my best friend. Whether I’m more annoyed about Brie or the room situation, I’m not totally sure.
“Hmm. You want to share a room with me until Taylor gets here?” Blake suggests.
“No.” I’m looking for a solution, maybe some sympathy, but no way in hell I want to share a bed with Blake. I’ve done it before; he flails in his sleep, and I end up with a bloody nose. I don’t know how Taylor survives.
“Sorry, man,” he says. “Really. But this is, like, small shit compared to everything else I’m dealing with. No offense. Can you guys just deal with it on your own for a few days? Please?”
I’m an asshole. “Yeah, fuck, I’m sorry. You’re right, man. Just ignore me, I’m being ridiculous. It’s no big deal.”
“Exactly,” Blake says. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll come out of this as friends again.”
“Doubtful,” Brie calls from the bathroom.
“Okay, well, I need you guys to help me anyway. You know, for the reason we’re all here?”
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Taylor had the wedding favors sent here, and they need to be, like, bagged or something. She says Brie will understand. Because why would she bother explaining it to me? Can you meet me in that conference room downstairs in ten?”
“Yep.”
“Thanks, man.”
