Page 47 of Scandalous Whispers
“Me too. I just hope it doesn’t turn out like the last trip.” I chuckled, and he shook his head at me.
I began to feel eyes watching us from all over the room, but I didn’t mind one bit. Today was my day. I only wished my mother could have been here to be a part of it. As we turned, I saw Dr. James there with her husband, seated at a table sipping her champagne. She smiled at me and winked her approval. She looked stunning in her silver suit with pink accents. I was thrilled she could make it on such short notice.
“I think everyone made it but David,” Parker said, pulling me harder against his body. “It’s going to be a wonderful night.”
Parker locked eyes with me again, and I remembered the first time I looked into his eyes like this. He sat across from me in Tom’s office, listening as Tom ranted about one thing or another. I had thought how stunning his eyes were, but tonight they were even more captivating. They sparkled with love and admiration, and it was all directed at me.
“Remember that wink I gave you?” I asked, suddenly feeling thankful I had chosen to take that risk.
“Yeah…” He laughed. “I wondered what the heck you were doing and then I realized you were feeling the same energy between us that I felt.”
“I’m really glad I had the guts to do that. I can be flirtatious, but ask anyone in my life and they’d tell you that I never mix work and pleasure.”
The music was drawing to a close, and I knew that meant our special moment would be over and we would walk to the table and sit with Adam and Rachel to be served dinner.
“Well, I’m glad you did it too because I would have probably hesitated to make a move, being your boss and all.” He spun me one last time, and the song ended. I held his hand as he moved toward the table, but my train had wrapped around one of my heels and I stumbled. Parker caught me, and it looked more likehe had me dipped backward for a kiss than a clumsy move on my part.
The hall erupted into the sounds of silverware tapping on glasses—the old tradition prompting a kiss between bride and groom. Parker planted one on me, a show stopper to appease the crowd, and I parted my lips, letting his tongue push into my mouth.
“Alright, alright!” Rachel called. “Get a room.”
Laughter erupted around the room, and Parker helped me stand, this time ensuring my train was spread across the floor properly. He led me to the table and pulled my seat out, and when he sat next to me, the same metal-on-glass sound rang out.
“It’s going to be a long night if they keep demanding that we kiss each other.” I snickered and smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to mine.
“Just consider it foreplay for later tonight.” He brushed his lips over mine and then his nose against mine.
Being married was something I always wanted, hoped for. I never thought I’d marry someone of his stature, let alone even be friends with him. But I knew this was right. He had stolen my heart, and I was his for the keeping. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part, I was his.