groaned.
Thank God. At least they could
remember something. “What do you remember?”
“ Beth was drunk and pissed
at John for lying about having a stripper at his bachelor party. So
you took Beth’s phone so she wouldn’t call her
ex-boyfriend in retaliation.” Marci’s words started
slowly but sped as the pieces started to fall into place.
I nodded. That did sound like
something I would do. “Okay. That makes sense.”
“ Wait. I remember more.”
Jen squinted, as if it would wring the memories out of her alcohol
soaked brain. Her gaze swung to me.
“ So do I.” Marci
stared at me now too.
I started to get a little
worried. “What?”
“ You don’t remember?”
Marci asked.
“ No.” Crap. I looked at Marci. “Why don’t you just tell me?”
Jen answered for them both.
“Since you’re the only one John has never met, we sent
you into his bachelor party as a spy dressed as a stripper.”
Uh, oh. This was starting to
sound familiar to me, but in a detached kind of way. Kind of like it
was the plot of a movie I’d watched only I couldn’t
remember the ending. I glanced up and found them both watching me,
wide-eyed. I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time
that though I was in my own pants, there was a corset making my boobs
look two cup sizes larger. It was definitely stripper-worthy.
I noticed an uncomfortable
presence between my ass cheeks and wiggled a bit. Reaching down I
confirmed my suspicions. I was wearing a thong. I didn’t own a
thong. And definitely not a red lace thong that matched the corset,
which was the discovery I made when I peeked down the front of my
jeans.
“ Rose, what happened at the
bachelor party?” Jen asked.
Memories swirled like a
kaleidoscope. Music. A party. A man’s hands on my body. I
didn’t have a chance to piece it all together before a knock on
the door broke my concentration.
“ Maybe it’s Beth.”
I glanced at Jen and Marci.
Jen moved to open the door. When
she backed into the room, a man I was pretty sure I knew though I
couldn’t be sure followed her inside.
“ It’s John,”
Marci mouthed to me.
John. The groom. Probably looking
for his missing bride because as the door slammed closed behind him
it was pretty clear he’d come alone. Beth wasn’t with
him.
His gaze found me.
Self-consciously I tugged the top of the corset higher, but my boobs
only popped up more so I decided to cut my losses and let my hands
drop.
“ Rose. Thank God, you’re
awake.” He came directly to my bed and sat on the edge. Concern
was written all over his face as he took my hand in his. “Are
you all right?”
I managed a nod, but that was
about it.
“ I was so worried about you
last night.” He cupped my chin as he leaned in and pressed his
lips to mine.
I pulled back to find the room
silent. Jen and Marci looked about as shocked as I was.
“ Um, all right. What the
hell happened last night?” Marci finally asked.
Since the groom was kissing me
the day before his wedding while the bride was missing, I figured
that was as good a question as any. And I certainly didn’t have
the answer. Nor would I anytime soon.
A wave of nausea hit me hard. I
pressed my hand to my mouth, shoved past the man on my bed and ran
for the toilet.
Even with my head surrounded by
porcelain I heard the door to the hallway open again and Jen say,
“Beth!”
I groaned. Oh man. Now the shit
was really about to hit the fan.
“ Shh. Not so loud. I have a
hangover. John had to take care of me all night. It wasn’t
pretty.” Hearing Beth’s voice eased my burden until I
remembered John, her fiancé who’d taken care of her all
night, was sitting on my bed after kissing me.
I managed to crawl my way to the
sink and hoist myself off my knees. I clung to the doorframe and
peered into the room.
“ Rose, are you okay?”
Beth’s brow furrowed
I shook my head. “Beth…”
She stepped closer to me. “I’m
so sorry. Tim called and told John all about
Thank God. At least they could
remember something. “What do you remember?”
“ Beth was drunk and pissed
at John for lying about having a stripper at his bachelor party. So
you took Beth’s phone so she wouldn’t call her
ex-boyfriend in retaliation.” Marci’s words started
slowly but sped as the pieces started to fall into place.
I nodded. That did sound like
something I would do. “Okay. That makes sense.”
“ Wait. I remember more.”
Jen squinted, as if it would wring the memories out of her alcohol
soaked brain. Her gaze swung to me.
“ So do I.” Marci
stared at me now too.
I started to get a little
worried. “What?”
“ You don’t remember?”
Marci asked.
“ No.” Crap. I looked at Marci. “Why don’t you just tell me?”
Jen answered for them both.
“Since you’re the only one John has never met, we sent
you into his bachelor party as a spy dressed as a stripper.”
Uh, oh. This was starting to
sound familiar to me, but in a detached kind of way. Kind of like it
was the plot of a movie I’d watched only I couldn’t
remember the ending. I glanced up and found them both watching me,
wide-eyed. I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time
that though I was in my own pants, there was a corset making my boobs
look two cup sizes larger. It was definitely stripper-worthy.
I noticed an uncomfortable
presence between my ass cheeks and wiggled a bit. Reaching down I
confirmed my suspicions. I was wearing a thong. I didn’t own a
thong. And definitely not a red lace thong that matched the corset,
which was the discovery I made when I peeked down the front of my
jeans.
“ Rose, what happened at the
bachelor party?” Jen asked.
Memories swirled like a
kaleidoscope. Music. A party. A man’s hands on my body. I
didn’t have a chance to piece it all together before a knock on
the door broke my concentration.
“ Maybe it’s Beth.”
I glanced at Jen and Marci.
Jen moved to open the door. When
she backed into the room, a man I was pretty sure I knew though I
couldn’t be sure followed her inside.
“ It’s John,”
Marci mouthed to me.
John. The groom. Probably looking
for his missing bride because as the door slammed closed behind him
it was pretty clear he’d come alone. Beth wasn’t with
him.
His gaze found me.
Self-consciously I tugged the top of the corset higher, but my boobs
only popped up more so I decided to cut my losses and let my hands
drop.
“ Rose. Thank God, you’re
awake.” He came directly to my bed and sat on the edge. Concern
was written all over his face as he took my hand in his. “Are
you all right?”
I managed a nod, but that was
about it.
“ I was so worried about you
last night.” He cupped my chin as he leaned in and pressed his
lips to mine.
I pulled back to find the room
silent. Jen and Marci looked about as shocked as I was.
“ Um, all right. What the
hell happened last night?” Marci finally asked.
Since the groom was kissing me
the day before his wedding while the bride was missing, I figured
that was as good a question as any. And I certainly didn’t have
the answer. Nor would I anytime soon.
A wave of nausea hit me hard. I
pressed my hand to my mouth, shoved past the man on my bed and ran
for the toilet.
Even with my head surrounded by
porcelain I heard the door to the hallway open again and Jen say,
“Beth!”
I groaned. Oh man. Now the shit
was really about to hit the fan.
“ Shh. Not so loud. I have a
hangover. John had to take care of me all night. It wasn’t
pretty.” Hearing Beth’s voice eased my burden until I
remembered John, her fiancé who’d taken care of her all
night, was sitting on my bed after kissing me.
I managed to crawl my way to the
sink and hoist myself off my knees. I clung to the doorframe and
peered into the room.
“ Rose, are you okay?”
Beth’s brow furrowed
I shook my head. “Beth…”
She stepped closer to me. “I’m
so sorry. Tim called and told John all about
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