Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“It’s lovely, might I add, not as lovely as the bride-to-be,” she sings.
“Thank you,” I reply, feeling a little self-conscious.
Delta beams at me before moving to the coffee maker. “Would you like a cup?” she offers.
“No, thank you.”
“She doesn’t drink coffee,” Clayton says as he appears, once again focused on his phone.
I’m stunned at his knowledge of this fact, but I hold my tongue. My fiancé should know something like that about me. I don’t know if Delta is in on this hoax. I don’t want to say anything that could prove a problem.
Clayton strolls my way with that swagger rolling off him. He looks up from his phone long enough to dip his head and kiss the side of my temple, his lips lingering longer this time. I hear when he inhales me.
Before he pulls away, he tips my head up and plants a soft kiss on my lips. He pulls away with a grin. I clear my throat, turning back to my plate. I refuse to get lost in his eyes.
I continue to eat, feeling his gaze on me. When I look up, he’s tucking into his plate while watching me. His phone is forgotten on the table beside him, despite it buzzing.
“You two are adorable,” Delta says. “I can see the love.”
I almost snort but catch myself. Clayton raises a brow at me while he chews. His eyes turn to Delta once he swallows.
“I’m a very lucky man,” he replies, then turns back to me to wink.
Again, I remain silent, moving on to my grapes. I’ve polished off the omelet and bacon. I would love to meet Clayton’s chef. I need to know what was used in that omelet.
“Everything smells delicious, I bet Clayton’s cooking helped to win you over,” Delta coos.
I’m caught off guard, but I don’t let it show. I look to Clayton, and he gives me a small nod as if reading the question in my mind. I wipe at my mouth to buy me time, as I process this new information.
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “Among some of my other talents,” he says and licks his lips.
I squeeze my thighs beneath the table, shifting in my seat. The heat in his eyes is enough to melt me right where I am. I’m grateful for Delta’s presence because I think I would opt to be this man’s breakfast if she weren’t here. I mean, how do you make chewing sexy?
“Do you have a venue in mind?” Delta inquires, saving me from Clayton’s stare.
“We’ll be using the Egyptian Room at the MET. My assistant has secured the location. You’ll be receiving an email with all the needed contacts in a few moments. Sorry for the delay, we had a few things come up this morning,” Clayton says, wiping his mouth.
“Oh, what a divine location,” she says, as her eyes light up.
I’m stunned once again. The MET’s Egyptian Room is absolutely breathtaking. I’ve only dreamed about getting married in such a beautiful location. I have to chide myself and remember this wedding won’t actually be happening. It will remain a dream.
“Do I have a budget?” Delta asks as she begins to take notes.
“No,” Clayton says firmly. “Whatever she wants, she gets. I don’t want her stressed with the numbers. Find what she wants and send the logistics to me. Sid may try to be modest. I’ll need you to ensure she has the best of the best.”
“I don’t think we have to go crazy,” I interrupt.
“Are you seeing my point?” He chuckles.
“Oh, Sidney, what bride doesn’t want the world when her prince is handing it over to her? It’s not often I’m given free rein to make a dream wedding come to life. Enjoy the blessing, dear.” She reaches over to pat my hand.
I feel so uncomfortable wasting his money, but if this is what he wants. I relent as Delta pulls out a tablet and we jump headfirst into planning a fairy-tale wedding. Clayton remains with us the entire time, occasionally glancing at his phone or sending a text.
He watches me closely. So closely, I think about every decision and detail twice before I answer. I feel like he has undressed me in his mind by the time we’re done.
Clayton shows Delta out around one o’clock in the afternoon. My head is spinning. We just went through planning an entire wedding, minus me looking for a dress. No detail was left out. I rub my temples as I pace in the living area.
I’m so lost in thought, I don’t even hear Clayton as he walks up behind me. He puts his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him. It feels so natural and comforting. I try not to analyze that too much.
“I’ll get our lunch ready and then we can talk a bit before we need to get ready for this evening,” he says into my hair.