Page 23 of Paradise & Vodka
"You want to skip this shit then?"
I took a deep breath. "I do, but we can't."
"You know what wecando?"
"What's that?"
"Take off your panties, and you'll find out."
My eyes widened. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm dead serious, baby."
"But my parents—"
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, but—"
"No buts except"—he grabbed each of my butt cheeks in his large hands—"this fine ass."
"Do you make all of your clients take their panties off?"
He smirked. "Actually, no. That usually comes at the end of the date."
In the back of my mind, I knew this was his job, and I had hired him, but he had a way of making it seem as though he actually cared about me and wasn't doing it because it was his profession. I would never ask him if he was showing me affection and flirting with me because he liked me or if it was because he had to.
Nick made me want to be sexually adventurous, so I decided to humor him because I would never get this opportunity again.
I took a step back. While staring up into his blue eyes, I reached down and removed my panties. "Do you want to keep them in your pocket or something?"
Nick snickered. "No, baby. Just leave them here."
I set them on the counter. "Okay then. I'm ready."
The meet and greet was being held at the bar by the pool. I'd never heard of a meet and greet for a wedding, but I went with it. Plus, the Alexanders were footing the bill.
"I hope there's food," I stated as we got closer.
"Worked up an appetite, did you?"
"Maybe." I grinned.
"Thank God we have that fruit basket because you're going to stay hungry all week."
People usually gained weight on vacation, but by the way he was talking, and the way Nick fucked, I was going to lose at least ten pounds. And I wasn't complaining one bit. Instead, I chuckled as I spotted my parents with Everleigh and Douglas. My folks were standing next to the two lovebirds as though they were some sort of entourage. I shouldn't have been surprised. My parents always favored Everleigh because of the limelight her pageants brought to our family. It was more so my mother who was affected by it, but my father would beam when he would talk about his beauty queen daughter.
"Let's grab a drink first." I made a beeline for the bar. I needed alcohol. I neededallthe alcohol.
Nick's hand caressed my back as I leaned on the wood top. "Relax."
"I thought I was fine, but seeing them still gets under my skin." I also was no longer hungry.
He pressed into my side and lowered his voice as we waited to get the attention of the bartender. "Don't worry yourself with something you can't change. Do you really wish it was you marrying that guy?"
I looked over at the table across the pool and then back at Nick. "No, I think it's the principle of it all."
"I totally get that, and I can't even imagine being in your shoes, but you brought me here to be your boyfriend, and I want to be your boyfriend. I want them to know we fuck every night, and you're happy."
