shoes for the wedding though. Shit, what if they’d been stolen? He was damn sure they weren’t in the room.
“More towels are coming. Are you ready to order breakfast? Or is it lunch?”
“Brunch. I found the room card. It was still in my jacket pocket from last night.”
“Oh well, at least it wasn’t lost. Where’s the menu?”
Leif handed the hotel folder over to Simon who was clearly even more hungry than him. Just then Tamara appeared out of the bathroom wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and the athletic shoes he’d seen in her luggage.
“I’m sorry, Tamara. I couldn’t find your shoes for the wedding this afternoon anywhere. I promise I looked carefully.”
“My shoes? I left them here.” She stepped farther into the room and pointed. “There they are.”
“You’re wearing the black ones from last night?”
“So what?”
Leif realized she thought he was criticizing her fashion sense. “I’m not being rude. I’m just a man, remember. I assumed that because the burgundy dress was hanging in the closet there’d be a pair of shoes somewhere as well. I looked but didn’t see them.”
“That’s okay. The black ones will be perfectly fine with burgundy, and my purse is black as well.”
That’s right. He hadn’t noticed another purse in her suitcase either.
Tamara busied herself opening her suitcase and taking out the dress. She walked across the bedroom and hung it in the closet. He wondered if he should take the shoes to her as well, but didn’t know whether to pick them up or not. She scooped up her underwear and put it in a plastic bag and then tucked it into her luggage.
He moved out of the doorway where he’d been standing to watch her, and she came into the living area.
Simon hurried through the gap. “I need a shower, but if you order the food straight away it should just about be here by the time I’m done. More towels are coming, too.” He shouted his menu request as the bathroom door shut behind him.
“Are you hungry?” Leif asked her.
“Yes, indeed. I’m very hungry. I’d planned to have a late breakfast since the reception isn’t until six, but I didn’t mean to have it quite this late.”
Leif handed the menu to her, watching her face as she made her choice, then rang the restaurant to place all their orders.
While they ate they needed to talk. He really had to find out everything about her. Besides, there was no time now to do anything much before the wedding, other than eat and talk. Didn’t women take a long time to get ready for these kinds of things?
* * * *
Tamara felt beautiful for the first time in many years. Even though her dress was simple and nowhere near as expensive as many of these surrounding her, the two men bracketing her body were the most handsome in the room by a long way, and she knew other women were envious of her. If they knew how many orgasms she’d had in the last twenty-four hours they’d be even more jealous. She was hoping for at least one more tonight as well.
The wedding itself proceeded smoothly, with no one tripping over or dropping the rings, and Sophia looked lovely in her white cloud of fabric and mile-long train. After the wedding, many guests followed the bridal party to one of the conference rooms which had been set up as an indoor garden, with enormous potted plants, where the family photographs were to be taken. Two other conference rooms had been turned into lounges where people could sit and talk. A lot of people disappeared downstairs to the bar.
Even when her mother appeared and insisted she come and speak to a series of relatives, the men didn’t desert her. They nodded, smiled, shook hands, and inexorably moved her on to the next one, leaving her mother smiling at them all in their wake.
Tammy was amazed at their technique. “How did you manage that? You had her eating out of your hand.”
“You have to keep moving. Once you stand still they can get you,” said Leif.
“So is that why you’re
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