Page 79 of Faking the Pass
I alreadyknewthat my gut was untrustworthy, particularly where Presley Lowe was concerned.
However long this charade might last, I could not—wouldnot—let myself fall for him again.
Because if today had proved anything, it was that Presley was far more dangerous to me than Randy had ever been.
If I were to fall in love with him, he’d have the power to eviscerate my heart.
At this point in my life… it was all I had left.
Chapter 20
Surprise Gift
Presley
Rosie’s face was flushed and beautiful. No one on earth would have suspected she was anything other than a radiantly happy bride.
No one would suspect there had been nothing behind that kiss at the altar—at least on her part.
Ihad gotten a little carried away with it, prompting Merc to advise us loudly to “get a room” there at the end.
But I hadn’t been able to help myself. It had been a long time since I was allowed to kiss Rosie James. Rosie JamesLowe.
In spite of the name change, that might have been the only chance I was going to get to kiss her, although she hadn’t seemed to mind too much that I’d dragged it out as long as public decency allowed.
Then again, Rosiewasan actress.
There had been moments during the ceremony—like when I’d first seen her come through the chapel door—where I’d actually forgotten it was all pretend.
It might have been because my mind was blown at the sight of Rosie in that dress.
I was pretty sure it violated every rule of proper wedding day decorum to sport a huge erection in front of dearly beloved friends and family, but that was what tuxedo lapels were for.
I’d folded my hands in front of me and tried not to visibly drool as she’d made her way toward me at the front of the chapel.
During our first dance, it had been a bit harder to hide my usual reaction to her.I needed to have awordwith my sister-in-law later about counseling my bride to arrive for our fake wedding wearing the sexiest white dress I’d ever seen.
It molded to Rosie’s lush curves, and the silky fabric practically begged me to run my hands all over it. And beneath it.
Which I was not allowed to do.
Fuck. Me.
I couldn’t blame Jessica entirely though. Rosie would probably have looked too sexy for my comfort inanydress.
As good as it had been to spend time with my family today, I was almost eager to get back to my place—our place—and work out.
After dancing so close to Rosie, there was way too much energy charging through my body, and I needed an outlet for it.
I wonder how many guys jerk off in the shower on their wedding night?
Probably not too many. It was kind of a sad prospect, but I also couldn’t keep walking around sporting a Sequoia every time Rosie entered a room.
Yep. A little distance would be helpful. All those closed doors in my house might actually be adesirablething after all.
The string quartet stopped playing, and the family gathered to exchange goodbyes.
“Whatcha gonna donow?” Merc asked in a low voice.
