THAT MAN 4 (The Wedding Story-Part 1) (16 page)
“
Howsa
your grandma?” he asked in his still thick Italian accent as he squatted down and let out the hem of the pants to accommodate my long legs.
“She’s great.” I’d long suspected that Luigi had a crush on Grandma.
“You tell her Luigi give her his love.” I made a mental note: Invite Luigi to the wedding. Grandma needed a date.
And
sex.
Luigi stuck a few pins along the legs of the pants, taking them in. I always took one size bigger because I needed the extra crotch room. While the crotch could be let out, having pins anywhere near my dick gave me testicular tingles—not the good kind.
“So
who’sa
the lucky girl?”
“Her name is Jennifer. You’ll meet her, Luigi, at the next fitting.”
“Luigi cannot wait.” He finished up. “
All-a
done.” The jovial Italian reassembled his tailoring kit. He carefully helped me off with the jacket and then left me alone in the dressing room, closing the door behind him.
About to unbutton the pinned-up trousers, I heard a knock on the door. I recognized the voice. Daniel.
“Mr. Burns, your fiancée is here. May I send her back?”
“Of course.” That was just like my tiger to surprise me. A rush of tingles spread from my head to my toes. The thought of having a little quicky with her right here in this dressing room sent my dick into a dither. I could feel it rise and harden against the fine wool fabric of my trousers. Maybe I’d wall-bang her or fuck her over the velvet bench or have a roll on the carpet. We could even watch ourselves come in the tri-fold mirror. My pulse quickened as the unlocked door swung open.
“Hi, Blake.”
My jaw dropped to the floor and so did my cock.
I watched in the mirror as one of her long, toned bare arms wrapped around my shoulder while the other one grabbed my crotch. Hot kisses singed the back of my neck. Every muscle in my body clenched.
“Kat, what the fuck are you doing here?” Rage fueled every word, but I didn’t move, afraid her claws would dig into my balls.
“You know you want me.” Smirking, she squeezed my equipment harder. I yelped. And then, in one swift move, she unbuttoned the tuxedo pants and unzipped the fly. The pants slid down to my feet. She worked her hand under my briefs.
“Fucking let go of me.” Impulsively, I jerked myself free, almost smashing into the mirror.
I turned to face her. “Get the hell out of here.”
Her fierce green eyes pierced me like poisonous darts. “You should be marrying me, Blake, not that pathetic excuse for a woman. You need a Rolls Royce, not a pickup truck.”
“Don’t you ever fucking talk about my future wife like that.” Seething mad, I clutched the tails of my tux shirt so I wouldn’t raise a hand and slap the shit out of her.
Another smirk flashed on her face and then she huffed. “Are you threatening me, Blake?”
I didn’t respond. “Just. Go.”
“Does Jennifer know yet what
really
happened?”
My blood curdled. I still hadn’t told her. I sucked in a gulp of the thickening air. “We don’t sit around talking about you. We’re too busy fucking like bunnies.”
“Ha! Aren’t you the funny one? Well, you’re fucking with the wrong person.”
Her double entendre wasn’t lost on me. “You mind your own damn business, Kat, and keep your fucking mouth shut. And if you come near me one more time, I’m going to get a restraining order.”
Collecting herself, she smirked yet again. “Oh, is that another threat? Don’t worry, Blake.”
With a fling of her mane of hair, she slithered out the door.
Jennifer
I
wove down trafficky Santa Monica Boulevard en-route to my office. Adele’s “Rumor Has It” was playing on the radio.
My mind occupied, I forced myself to pay attention to the congested road. The findings of Marcy’s examination were unsettling. While she seemed nonplussed, I was concerned. A new F-bomb. Fibroids. As I sat at what felt like forever at a red light, I debated whether or not I should tell Blake about them. With the wedding getting closer, we just didn’t need more stress.
And while our lunch had drawn us closer, one of his sister’s remarks had made my blood bubble. Yes, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out Kat was trouble…but what did she mean about not letting her manipulate me? The way she immediately switched the subject made me think there was something more. Something she wasn’t telling me.
My mind drifted to Blake, and I glanced at my dashboard clock. It was almost one thirty. I wondered—was he still at his tux fitting? Maybe there was still time to show up and surprise him. Saks was only one turn away. Using my Bluetooth, I speed-dialed him. It went straight to his answering machine. I bypassed leaving a message. When the light turned green, I decided to take a chance. I made a sharp right onto Beverly Drive and headed south toward Wilshire.
My cell phone rang. A familiar number. I hit answer. My heart leapt into my throat.
Horns blared at me as I ran a red light.
Oh. My. God.
No!
The End of THAT MAN 4
THAT MAN 5
The gripping, epic conclusion to the THAT MAN wedding story.
Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon!
COMING DECEMBER 2014
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My wonderfully honest and insightful Beta readers. In alphabetical order: Kelly Butterfield, Amber Escalera, Kellie Fox, Kashunna Fly, Gloria Herrera, Wanda Kather, Adriane Leigh, Cindy Meyer, Jenn Moshe, Arianne Richmonde, and Karen Moshe Silverstein.
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♥ MWAH!
Nelle L’Amour is a
New York Times
and
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bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty.
Her books include the highly rated
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,
Gloria’s Revenge
and the
That Man
trilogy.
Gloria’s Forever
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