The Bridesmaid's Checklist: Laura's Wedding (BCL Book 1) by K.T. Castle Read Free Book Online Page B

on, babe. You know you want to.”
    I laughed. This guy just didn’t understand the words not interested .
    “Stop flirting with me. It won’t happen.”
    “I’ll stop flirting when it happens. Maybe.” He was probably right. The only way for him to desist might be to sleep with me. Afterwards, he’d probably lose his interest.
    I wasn’t going to play that game. But he’d made me laugh. Somehow, I always seemed to relax near him, and even though we were only talking now, I still felt it.
    “What about a little chat, then?” he asked.
    This deprived us of any alcohol or physical contact, so, why not?
    “Chat about what?”
    “Your day,” he said.
    He wanted to know about my day? That was cute. And easy. Well then, I’d tell him about my day.
    “Are you sure you want to hear about it?” I was going to give him one more chance to back down. I still couldn’t see a guy like him interested in a wedding shopping spree.
    “Very,” came his answer.
    “It’s about dresses. You might get bored.” At least I could be honest with him.
    “You never bore me.” Oh, but he sounded too honest.
    “Okay, then. Don’t complain later.”
    Per his request, I told Josh about my day, which was summarized into two words: dress shopping. After we helped Laura choose her wedding dress, we talked to her about the bridesmaid options. We had three colors in mind: pale yellow, turquoise and coral. Very primary-colors-like. Apparently, I was the only one who wanted the turquoise, so I was rapidly ruled out. There was a lot of going back and forth from the yellow to the coral, everyone undecided until one of the saleswomen practically told us that coral would be more visual with the colors of the sea and that yellow wasn’t easily worn by anyone. Laura agreed that coral would be a much happier and elegant choice, and that was the end of the discussion. We tried different dresses in that color spectrum and took pictures. We’d drawn the unspoken conclusion that since Laura was all on board with strapless dresses, ours would also follow that rule. While the girls and I left the store promising we’d come back to buy our dresses later, Laura, on the other hand, paid for hers in full.
    “I bet you look awesome in blue.”
    “I bet you look lovely in pale yellow.”
    “I bet you’ll look hot in coral.”
    Apparently, this was Josh’s only contribution to the conversation, but he was making me laugh—a lot. “So you think I look good in everything?”
    “Absolutely,” he affirmed. “But you know that, right?”
    I didn’t respond his question. I knew it was rhetorical.
    “I bet you look even better naked.” Josh paused. “And in my bed.”
    This was not where I wanted our conversation to go. We needed to have some distance, here. I needed to keep my distance.
    “Keep that up and I’ll hang up on you, right now.”
    Then the line went dead.
    I’d really had no intention of hanging up on him; I just wanted him to behave. I felt kind of bad, and only a little guilty, when I thought about it. He’d probably lost reception and the call dropped, but I couldn’t shake the possibility that I’d finally pissed him off enough with my rejections to make him hang up on me , instead. I’d actually really enjoyed our conversation.
    I decided my bath was over. The call had been a very nice compliment to my relaxation time, and now I needed to get ready for bed.
    A few minutes later, someone knocked on my door. It was late and I was already in my pajamas, which consisted of multi-colored boy shorts and a white camisole. Usually on weekends, I’d be wearing some sexy set of lingerie and enjoying the company of some glorious hunk. Instead, I’d spent all day shopping with my girlfriends, and I felt exhausted and without energy to go find a man for the night.
    I looked through the peephole on my door before even turning on the lights. It was Josh—and this was even more unexpected than the phone call.
    As I opened the door, I