Damn, he was flawless. He had that surfer boy look with longish golden hair that fell into his deep blue eyes. And he was tall, about six feet. His body wasn’t too shabby, in fact, he appeared to be toned. His tux fit like a dream, molding to his strong thighs, a bit tight in the shoulders and upper arms. His hands looked big and strong, with long fat fingers. Katie was having some very naughty thoughts about him; naughty indeed.
Katie was watching him intently, when the music changed and Shana started her long walk to her future. Shana was on her father’s arm, and practically running to her future hubby; dragging her father. Katie watched Shana kiss her father, who had tears in his eyes, and then turn to her fiancé, after a nod to the preacher.
Mr. Hunky bowed slightly as Shana passed by and smiled as he watched the happy couple. He went back to bowing his head after acknowledging the bride and groom.
Katie was, actually, staring at Mr. Hunky when she felt Tara tap her on the shoulder; Shana had been holding out the bouquet for Katie to take. Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve been so attracted I lost track of where I was. Katie took the bouquet and went back to her perusal.
The preacher began the service speaking in a low relaxed tone amplified by a small microphone. Suddenly, the hot guy standing next to Jake looked up, and straight into her eyes. His blue eyes were amazing and he tilted his head as if he was checking her out. Katie could feel goose bumps forming as he looked her up and down; lingering on her chest and neck. A moment later he was at her side, face buried in her neck.He licked her neck quickly and gave a happy sounding sigh, settling next to her.
Was he high? During the wedding? Something was off, Katie thought, and before this night was over she would get some answers.
But first, “Get back in line you dolt. You’re ruining their vows.” Katie was whispering, but somehow, Jake and Shana must have heard. They not only laughed, but laughed so long and hard that Katie thought they might be high too. She glared at them, and the hot surfer dude. What was so funny?
Jake looked at Katie with a thoughtful expression before he turned to the preacher. “Please continue.”
Was he really going to let this nut job just...stand there; out of line. This was bizarre, but she wasn’t going to make a scene in front of all the guests.
Before Katie knew it, the vows were over, and the bride and groom were announced. The preacher asked that the guests follow him to the ballroom for horderves and refreshments, dinner soon to follow. Man, Katie was hungry, but she had to do pictures with the wedding party. Boogers.
Katie was wearing a strapless, crimson, knee length dress and black fuck-me pumps, a must per Shana. Where the hell did Shana get off, telling her to wear FM pumps when she wasn’t getting any-or hadn’t gotten any; ever. Katie was way out of her element. She was use to wearing bulky pants and loose shirt to work. She didn’t need to draw more attention to herself while in a mostly male career. She hid her figure and her femininity. In this dress, Katie felt exposed.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hello, my name is Connor.”
Katie hadn’t even realized he was approaching. She needed to get her head in the game. No more surprises.
“Hi, I’m Katie, Shana’s best friend. We go way back. Today really turned out well, I’m glad I got to be a part of it. Shana and Jake seem to really love each other.” Great she was rambling, she needed to get away. “Nice to, uh, meet you Conner.” She turned to walk, okay, run away.
“Wait, don’t go! We still have pictures, and I’d like to get to know you. Shana’s told me so much about you, and Jake’s my best friend. I’m sure we’ll be spending a lot of time together.” He was lying, Shana hadn’t talked about her, but he didn’t want her to leave.
Her brown hair and honey color eyes were gleaming in the sunlight, and her figure was…amazing. She was the perfect height; he’d only have to bend slightly to connect their lips. Plus, she smelled delicious. Like ripe apricots, the sweetest fruit. His small taste of her earlier, to confirm that she was his mate, wasn’t enough, he needed more. He wanted to smell her, and lick her, and bite her.
“Whoa buddy, I know you’re friends with the groom but if you jump me again, I’ll have to emasculate you.”
He was looking at her like the wolf, to little red riding hood-what big teeth to bite you with.
Conner hadn’t realized he was moving closer, until she said something. Good God, he was almost at her neck again like an untried pup. Control. He needed to get control. “I’m truly sorry, but the perfume you are wearing is lovely. I’ll not get caught up in the scent again, I apologize.”