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Jordan shook her head. “You’re the first. I’m sure there have been others, because the law of averages states there must have been.” She paused, fixing Abby with her gorgeous eyes once again. “But you’re the first one to tell me.”

A warmth rose up through Abby. She was the first.

Her gaze fell to Jordan’s round, pink lips. And for the first time Abby allowed herself to imagine leaning forward and kissing them.

She’d forgotten what the last woman she’d kissed tasted like. It didn’t matter anymore.

But she’d love to know how Jordan tasted. How she felt. Abby closed her eyes, thoughts and visions swirling against her eyelids.

Stop.

What was she thinking? Jordan was her professional bridesmaid. She was getting married next week.

She opened her eyes. Jordan was right. She only got one hen weekend, and if she wanted to enjoy it fully, she had to throw herself into it.

And it didn’t include kissing Jordan.

“Abby?” She hadn’t heard footsteps. She turned, and the light snapped on above the terrace making her squint.

It was her mum, in a silky T-shirt and shorts.

“What are you still doing up? We all went to bed a while ago.”

Abby ignored the quake of her heart. She’d done nothing wrong, and yet it felt like her mum had just found her with her hands down Jordan’s pants.

That thought caused a small earthquake at her centre.

She gave her mum a tight smile as she approached. “We were coming to bed.” Abby took her by the arm and guided her towards the door.

She was ignoring the question in her mum’s doubting stare. Ignoring the way her mum was glancing back towards Jordan.

None of it was real.

Her wedding was real.

From now on, that was all Abby was going to concentrate on.

Chapter 15

Abby wokethe following morning drenched in sweat.

She’d had a sex dream about Jordan.

As she opened her eyelids, heart pounding in her chest, she knew she had to get this under control. Had to work out how to enjoy her hen weekend as any bride should. She had to focus on her friends and family celebrating her upcoming wedding, and not solely on her fake bridesmaid. Her sexy as hell, fake bridesmaid.

Piece of cake, right?

She slipped a finger into her pants and closed her eyes as it connected with her wetness. She cast her mind back to her dream.

Jordan had been dressed in a skimpy red bikini that left little to the imagination. Her long, lean body reclined on a lounger as she baked in the sun. Abby had approached, climbed on top of her and slid her fingers into Jordan’s bikini bottoms, a little like she was doing to herself right now. Jordan had been wet like her, too.

No words had been said.

Jordan had simply spread her legs a little more, making room for Abby to slide into her.

Stop!

Abby opened her eyes, withdrew her fingers, and wiped them on her thigh. She let out a strangled breath, then jumped up, and walked over to her window to open the blinds. It was a glorious day in Cannes. But as she stood there, she couldn’t shake the image of Jordan in her red bikini. It had been so real. Jordan’s skin had been so real. The feel of her. She’d smelled like sunshine.