That Wedding: A Small Town, Friends-to-Lovers Romance (That Boy Series Book 2)
That Wedding: Chapter 31

I went to look at wedding dresses again yesterday. Still no luck. Lori must have been feeling my frustration all the way down in Kansas City.

While I’m driving to work, my phone rings.

“So, did you replace a dress last night?”

“No, I suck,” I whine. “I thought the dress would be the easiest part. I might have to go naked.”

“That would fit your whole XXX theme.”

“Yeah,” I say as further depression sets in.

“So, I have a plan. Danny plays the Jets in New York next Sunday, and I think we should tag along and do some serious shopping. I heard there’s a store there that has the biggest wedding dress selection in the world. We could leave Friday, shop all day Saturday, and see the game Sunday.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, although I’m gonna have to see if my boss will let me off work.”

“He will. He’s invited, too. We also invited both the Diamonds and the Macs. Are you okay with the moms helping you shop?”

“Just promise me, no STD jokes.”

“Deal! Oh, Jade, I’m so excited! I know I’ll be able to help you replace the perfect dress!”

“I sure hope so, Lori. I sure hope so.”

As soon as I get in the office, Phillip shuts his door, pushes me up against it, and kisses me. “You’re late,” he says. “I’m your boss. I’m probably going to have to write you up or something.”

“No, you’re just always early.”

He grabs my ass. “Maybe you should offer to sleep with the boss, so you can get ahead.”

“I’m surprised you’d want me to sleep with your dad, Phillip.”

He chuckles and kisses the side of my neck, just under my ear. I swear, it makes me weak in the knees. It’s a good thing I’m up against the door.

“I’m pretty sure I’m your boss.”

“And I’m pretty sure, if sleeping with you were the way to get ahead, I’d be running the company by now.”

He slides his hand into the back of my hair and kisses me again. “I missed you.”

“You saw me an hour ago.”

“I still missed you. Do you know how sexy you looked this morning? Your hair was a wreck, and your mascara was all smeared. That’s how I know it was a good night. The more smeared your mascara, the more fun we had.”

“Are you suggesting we had fun last night?”

“Oh, yeah. And guess what. We’re going home for lunch today.”

“I’m gonna starve, huh?”

“Nah, you’re just living on love.”