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If You Want Me by Tara
Mills
An irresistible woman.
An undeniable proposal.
Even the unthinkable can
sound reasonable when you mix alcohol, sexual frustration, and a bachelorette
party—especially a bold proposition. Now in the light of day, Naomi’s hung
over, horrified, and anxious about facing this complicated man again and the
unexplored feelings their encounter brought with it.
She called, he came, but
Ryan didn't exactly conquer. Is it too much to hope that Naomi will give him a
do-over? She can’t avoid him, not when he’s walking her down the aisle. But who
ever heard of a bridesmaid getting cold feet?
Excerpt:
“I
really need to get laid,” slurred Naomi, sagging drunkenly against her friend
Becky.
The entire table fell silent and stared at her. Every
squeal over the upcoming honeymoon, every gush over the bridal gown came to a
screeching halt.
Becky turned on her, aghast, then shoved Naomi upright in
her chair again. “What the hell?” she hissed under her breath.
Naomi scrunched up her brow, perplexed as she weaved and
wobbled, trying to focus on all the faces swimming in front of her. The female
half of tomorrow’s wedding party. Each of them decked out and tarted up for
tonight’s bachelorette blow-out.
“What?” Naomi asked, stupefied by the wide eyes directed
her way. “It’s been six months. Six damn months!” she added in a woeful tone.
“Who wouldn’t have boner on the brain?”
Two of the women across the table started to laugh behind
their hands, but Becky shot to her feet anyway and grabbed Naomi’s arm, hauling
her up too.
“Sorry about this.” Becky gave Melissa, the bride, a pained
and apologetic smile. “I think someone’s had one too many appletinis.”
Becky grabbed both purses and slipped them over her arm and
dragged Naomi through the crowded club and out to the sidewalk. She caught the
eye of the first valet she saw and handed him the ticket. He dashed off to get
their car.
“He’s kinda cute,” said Naomi, swaying on her heels, her
eyes fixed on his back as he disappeared into the night.
Becky gritted her teeth. “Would you stop?”
“Stop what?” Naomi blinked, nonplussed.
“The horny talk. It’s embarrassing.”
Naomi frowned. “Is it? I’m sorry. I just need sex. I really
want it, Beck. I want it bad.”
“So I gather. No alcohol for you tomorrow.”
That comment earned a snort. “Who cares about alcohol?”
“It makes you weird.”
“Don’t I know it!” Naomi nodded sagely. “Beck, I’m getting
the strangest ideas.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” Their car pulled up and Becky caught
hold of Naomi’s upper arm and steered her to the curb. A second valet came
forward to open the passenger door while the first man got out and waited for
Becky on the driver’s side.
Naomi gave the guy holding her door a sweet smile and
cupped his ass before dropping gracelessly into the passenger seat. One of her
shoes fell to the pavement next to the car. The guy bent down and picked it up.
He had a funny little smile going, and if she wasn’t totally mistaken, he was
chuckling.
“Like Cinderella!” Naomi laughed when he handed it to her
then stuck her bare foot out the open door at him. “Don’t you want to put it on
me?”
Becky snapped at her from the driver’s side, “Naomi! Shut
the hell up and let the guy close your door.”
Naomi snickered and rolled her eyes at the valet, making a
joke of her uptight friend. “Guess it’s time to go.”
He closed her in with a nod and a wink. She gave him a
little wave that he returned as Becky pulled into traffic.
“Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?” Becky
asked, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.
“She’s in here somewhere.” Naomi drooped onto her door and
squinted at the strobing lights coming right at them. “Did you notice Ryan at
dinner earlier tonight?”
Becky glanced sharply at her friend. “Is that what this is
all about?”
“Hmm?”
“Never mind. Let’s get you home, dump a ton of water into
you, and put you to bed. You need to be in good shape by tomorrow afternoon or Melissa’s mom is going to
kill you, and Melissa is going to be the one handing her the cake knife she’ll
use.”
Naomi laughed as she pictured the mother-of-the-bride
wielding the special cake knife with color coordinated ribbons fluttering from
the handle.
“That’s not gonna happen,” she assured Becky.
“Of course it’s not. Because you’re going home and I’m
putting you to bed.”
Naomi gave a deep and disappointed sigh. “Party pooper.”
“And whose fault is that?”
Naomi shrugged then drifted off to sleep. She didn’t revive
until the car pulled in front of her duplex.
“We’re here.” Becky gave her shoulder a shake. “Wake up.
Are you awake?”
“Yeah.” Naomi blinked and rubbed her temple. “Where’s my
purse?”
“On the floor, by your feet.” Becky hopped out and walked
around the car. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
“I’ve got it.” She shoved her shoulder against the door and
nearly tumbled out. Luckily Becky was there in time to haul her back before she
did a face plant on the driveway. “Thank you.”
Beck held out her hand. “Give me your damn purse. There’s
no way you’re going to be able to unlock the front door yourself.”
Naomi didn’t argue. She took another stab at getting out
and managed to close the car door without catching any body parts in it.
Weaving on her feet, she clomped up the driveway, her gait even more ridiculous
because she was still holding the one shoe the valet had given her at the club.
Becky had already gotten the door open and the inside
lights turned on by the time Naomi made it up the three concrete steps,
grabbing hold of the wrought iron banister to keep from staggering backwards on
her way up.
“Should I brew a pot of coffee?” Becky asked, coming back
from putting Naomi’s purse in her room.
Naomi yawned and mussed up her hair, destroying all the
hard work she’d put into getting the big silky curls just right earlier that
evening. “No, I can manage. Thanks for bringing me home.”
“Should I stay?”
“No. I’ll be fine.”
Becky eyed her skeptically. “You’re sure? You weren’t
yourself tonight.”
Naomi covered her eyes with both hands and expelled a big
alcohol infused breath. “I know, Beck,” she peered out, pouting at her friend.
“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you tonight.”
“I guess we all have our off days. This was yours. I’ll get
over it. It’s not like you do this kind of thing, well ... ever.” Becky laughed and came
over, giving Naomi a hug goodnight. “So I’ll see you in the morning?”
“At brunch.”
“Eleven. Don’t forget to set your alarm. Something tells me
you’re going to need it.”
“I got it. I got it.”
Becky kissed her on the cheek, uncertainty in her eyes as
she peered at Naomi one last time. “You sure I shouldn’t stay?”
“Very sure.”
“Then I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sounds good.”
Naomi limped to the door and locked it behind her friend.
As soon as Becky had backed out of the driveway, Naomi kicked off her lone
shoe, raced to her bedroom, and dumped the contents of her purse onto the
bedspread.
“Oh yeah!” she cheered. Grabbing the phone, she went
immediately to the wedding party contact sheet on her dresser and followed down
the line of ushers for Ryan’s name.
He answered after two rings. Even tipsy she could hear the
question in his voice. “Naomi?”
“Yes. Where are you?”
“At the bachelor party. Why?”
“Here’s the thing. I know you had a problem with me dating
Sam. You were his friend and I created a lot of tension between you two. I get
it. But I’m guessing some of that attitude was just bullshit. I caught you.”
“You caught me?”
“Yes, I caught you; watching me, looking at me. I could
tell you were covering.”
“What’s this all about, Naomi? What’s your point?”
“If you want me, I’m yours. I’m putting on sexy lingerie
right now. You have fifteen minutes to get here. You know the address.”
Naomi cut the call and eased open the top drawer of her
dresser.
About the
Author
I write
stories I like to read--contemporary romances with identifiable characters and
themes. Life is hard. Love makes it bearable. If you enjoy stories
with heat and humor, I have a title for you.
I'm a
pampered wife, lucky mom to three amazing sons and one wonderful
daughter-in-law, and I recently became a very young grandma. I should probably
underline the word very. Oh heck, why not the word young too? Nah,
you get the picture. I'm also the daily monitor of one naughty dog with
attitude.
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