Page 52 of Indulge
It’s quite clear he and Rowan have a string of women. And it seems blonde, beautiful ones are their type.
“Hey. Are you looking for Reggie?” I ask cautiously.
She laughs and shakes her head. “No. God, no.” Her eyes go wide. “I’m Lily. You’re Bella, right?” She extends her hand and I shake it, still confused. But I nod.
“Yeah, I’m Bella.” I smile.
“I’m here to take you wedding dress shopping. Hallie was supposed too, but her son has a temperature. And I actually know the boutique owner who managed to squeeze us in today.”
Her gaze flicks to my flour-dusted clothes and messy bun.
“Wedding dress shopping?” I blink. “Reggie organized this?”
She nods with a smile. “Yep. He wants you to have the full bridal experience. No expense spared.”
That makes me grin. “No expense? Doesn’t sound like my grumpy fiancé at all.”
“He’s part of the Quinns. They’re rich, rich.”
I chuckle. My family’s the same; money’s boring. But the idea of getting a reaction out of Reggie with this? Now that’s entertaining.
“Let me get changed. You can always finish off my cookies if you want?” I tease.
“Haha, no thanks. I don’t want dough under my nails. Oh, Reggie said he left his black Amex for you in his bedroom. On the side table.”
“Cool. Be right back.”
I dash upstairs, freshen up, and slip into a pink sundress. By the time I swipe on some clear lip oil, I hear a deep voice downstairs. My pulse kicks.
When I come down, I skid to a halt. Rowan. His dark eyes lock on mine, and heat rushes up my neck before I can stop it.
“Hey, you,” he says with that boyish grin.
“Hi.” My voice comes out quiet, betraying me.
He puts me on edge in a forbidden, sexy kind of way.
I drift toward him, resting my hands on the counter beside his. He looks like sin in denim and a tight white tee.
“Coffee? Do we have time?” I ask Lily, who’s hovering awkwardly by the machine.
“We’ve got twenty minutes. I can make them,” she says quickly, stepping back like she can feel the current sparking between me and Rowan.
“You look cute in that dress,” he whispers.
“You look handsome in those jeans, rockstar.”
He wiggles his brows. “Handsome, huh?” He swipes his thumb across his lip, eyes fixed on me.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you working with Reggie today? I assumed being twins you’d be joined at the hip.”
He shoves a hand in his pocket, leaning in just enough to make me shiver. “I am working today. A very important job.”
“And that is?”
He lowers his voice. “I’m your bodyguard for the day.”
I scoff. “Trust me, I don’t need a bodyguard.”
