Work Wife

Smitten

After we both rinse off, we devour what's left of the room service spread. I bend down to retrieve my dress off the floor and as I am slipping back into it Logan asks, "Dining and dashing?"

I nod, "Well yeah it's past two a.m. I was supposed to turn into a pumpkin two hours ago."

"Okay," he says as he pulls on my arm, "Turn into a pumpkin here." I stare at him as I stand half-dressed and he glances at the TV, "We can fall asleep in each other's arms while listening to whatever Marvel movie is bound to be on."

"Sounds so romantic," I say as I hesitate. Do I wanna sleepover? I usually roll out in an Uber, not wanting to face my bad decision in the morning but Logan pats his bed as I bite my lip. We already ran past one milestone, why not rush past the next one?

"I'd at least need to go grab my toothbrush and makeup remover. I can't sleep with raccoon eyes."

"Go get 'em. I'll clean this up," he tells me and I find myself agreeing to fall asleep next to him.

Not wanting to torture my feet with heels any longer, I slip into Logan's pool slides and adjust my dress before leaving. Thankfully, since the bridal party is on floor twelve, I am not worried about running into anyone I know in this state.

I quickly dash down the hallway but right as I am about to turn the corner that leads past the elevators I spot Ainslee with her back toward me lingering in a doorway. I know it's Ainslee from the tight black dress on her tiny frame and the bride sash she's carrying in her hand. I freeze and quickly back around the corner out of view. I peer one eye out and she's giggling while swatting her hand at whoever is behind the door. I know for a fact none of the groomsmen and none of the bridesmaids are on this floor as they all confirmed they were above us on our first night here.

So whose room is Ainslee leaving?

My heart is beating me senseless as I watch her finally back out of the threshold and I duck behind the corner as she turns to walk down the hall. I push myself as flat as I can against the wall and I hear the elevator ding a few moments later. I wait for the doors to slide shut and my brain has exploded in the hallway. What the hell was Ainslee just doing and with who?

I practically sprint down the hallway and count the doors until I find the one she was lingering in. I don't even realize I am knocking on the door until it opens.

Tall, dark, and handsome from the club stares at me in surprise and I look just as confused.

"Oh my god. So sorry! Wrong room!" I blurt out in embarrassment and he smirks before saying, "Is it though?" I continue rushing down the hallway.

What did I just do? What did I just witness?

I stand behind my door when I stride into my room and I don't know how to process what I just saw. Which was technically just Ainslee, looking drunk in the doorway of some hot guy's room. I didn't see a kiss or fondling but she was certainly giggling flirtatiously. He was also dressed but they were alone. Ainslee was alone with a strange hot man in his hotel room. Not only is that salacious, but it's also stupid.

I want to tell someone so I am not the only one freaking out but this isn't some juicy gossip. This gossip may have consequences.

My hands are over my mouth as I push off the door and I grab my phone to text Emma. It's almost three in the morning her time but I quickly text, "Call me when you wake up. I have gossip." I don't know what else to say because I don't want to alarm her in the middle of the night.

I wonder if I should say something to Logan, but then he might feel obligated to tell Chase. I don't know if I should put him in that position. The other bridesmaids would probably cover for her if something unsavory did go down, so it's pointless to confide in them.

I need more details of what happened before I run my mouth to anyone. This might be absolutely nothing. Maybe there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for Ainslee to be in another man's room at two a.m.

Also, where do her girls think she is? They all might know who she is with and shoved her off in his muscly arms.

I take a deep breath to calm my heart and focus on what I came here to do in the first place. I quickly dress in my cutest PJ option, matching silk shorts and a tank top, and wipe my face down. I brush my teeth and as I stare at myself in the mirror, my brain is on overload.

I know I wanted to somehow sabotage this wedding from even happening, but that was before I knew Logan intimately and Chase told me I was nothing more than an employee to him. My feelings for Chase are muddled and I just slept with one of his best friends.

Maybe I just let Ainslee and Chase walk down the aisle, cheating or not. It's not my business.

I spit and rinse my mouth out and then hear my phone buzz on the counter. I wonder if Emma is magically awake but it's a text from Logan.

You didn't fall asleep in your own bed, did you? Logan asks and I grab my toothbrush off the counter and text back, I had a whole nightly beauty routine to go through, but I'm on my way back, so find a bad movie.

I slide back into his shoes and wonder if I can shake this in front of him. I need to stay quiet until I have more details and shove this from my mind. I just had great sex with a great guy. My mind needs to be there and not on Ainslee.

I shuffle back to Logan's room in proper PJs and my toothbrush in hand. I swipe the key card and find Logan sprawled out in bed with the lights off.

"Oh good, you can't see my natural face," I tease.

"Please, you're the most naturally pretty girl here." He can't see me blushing and as I cross the room, he says, "I found a channel that's playing Spiderman in Spanish."

"Oh good, I might learn something." I stop at the edge of the right side of the bed, my usual side, and ask, "Can I take the right?"

"You can only take the right because I need the left."

"God, another thing that just makes us meant to be," I joke as I slide into bed then wondering if that comment was too forward. Like I think we are meant to be or something.

I am surprised when Logan asks, "Oh yeah? What other things have made that list so far?" He pulls back the covers so I can scoot closer to him and I lay against his arm flopped on the plush pillows.

"Oh, I dunno, the fact that we both need to carb load before sex. We both like getting drunk on airplanes and...oh that you've also been waiting for the perfect Amazing Race partner."

Logan grins and he pulls me into him so my head is on his chest.

"See, I had a different list..."

"Oh yeah?" His fingers start playing with my hair as he says, "Yeah, I mean...you like my stupid jokes. You don't want a man to do anything for you but I want to do everything for you and...you're up for adventures. I need that in a girl." I am surprised by his non-sarcastic answers and turn my face up at him.

"You need that in a girl, eh? Are you looking for a girl?" I ask, hopeful that maybe he'll want to feel this out too. Come back with a relationship as a souvenir.

"I am looking for one girl," he replies softly. "And I must say, I like looking at her." I tilt my head up so he can kiss me and even though my brain was melting when I stepped inside this room, my heart is now melting in this bed.

"I like where this is going," I say softly as I pull away from his lips. "I'm down to explore this more if you are?"

"So you're looking for a man?" He asks with a smirk.

"I wasn't. At all. But...you just kinda weaseled your way into my defenses."

"I knew you I would grow on you...and in you."

"There he is," I joke and he pulls me up for a kiss again. I am comfortable and smitten.

I really like this feeling.