Marriage Trap

Chapter2

Valerie

"I don't even know if you're a serial killer."

His mouth pulled up into a smile that shouldn't be so panty melting. The man was dangerously handsome, but his smile was lethal.

"I'm not."

"That's what a serial killer would say," I pointed out, slurring.

He grabbed the bottle from me and tipped his strong throat back, emptying the bottle.

"I'm not planning to take you back to my place and butcher you," he laughed, "I was thinking we should go get some food that's not bite sized."

I bit my lower lip in indecision, "Well, I'm one of the bridesmaids."

"Look around you," he said, "The wedding is mostly over. I'm sure the bride some other person to hold up her train for her."

I poked out my bottom lip, "But nobody else will do it quite as well as the slighted sister."

His eyes darkened for a second, "Are you content to spend the rest of the night being the slighted sister though?"

I licked my bottom lip and his dark eyes greedily drink in the motion, "I have work in the morning."

"You won't be late for work," he promised, "There are those things called alarm clocks."

I giggled. A sound I couldn't remember ever making in my life, "I'm not sure I've heard about these alarm clocks."

"Greasy burgers and milkshakes as big as my thighs?" He raised one thick brow.

I threw my hands in the air in a gesture of surrender and dropped to my feet, swaying a little, "Sold."

He held out his arm for me and I slanted him an amused glance before putting my hand on his arm. Together, we left the reception hall. We walked the two blocks to a burger shop because neither of us trusted ourselves to drive without crashing to our deaths.

Just across the road from the burger shop was a bar and we quickly slipped inside after just a few bites of our burger.

The inside of the bar was chaotic and a karaoke night was going on up ahead. The woman currently holding the microphone had the whole bar wincing and groaning.

I ordered a glass of whiskey, threw it back and went up to the stage.

With the alcohol fueling me, I gave a rendition of Beyonce's love on top that had the crowd applauding.

"You didn't tell you you could sing," the dark eyed man said later as we ordered more shots.

"You didn't ask," I smirked at him, "I'm a woman of many talents."

"In combination to being beautiful, that's just overkill," he teased.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't flatter me. I know what I look like."

I was okay looking, but nothing breath robbing like Alice or even the women scattered around the bar that had been eyeing my suited companion like a slab of tasty beef.

"You need to get your eyes checked, darling," he told me, "I told you, I'm an honest man. And I'll tell you again, you're a beautiful woman."

Pleasure warmed me inside and out and my smile was shy. I ducked my head to hide the flush on my cheeks.

"I guess you're not so bad looking yourself," I told him. It was the biggest understatement of the year. The man looked like he had stepped off a GQ magazine and if I thought I had any chance with a man like him, I would be trying to seduce him.

"Are you one of Alice's distraught exes?" I asked, horrified. I hadn't even thought about the fact that he may have been drinking to drown the pain of his heartbreak.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not the bride's ex. Or have any relation to her whatsoever. And also, she's not really my type."

"Stunning, curvy red headed, confident women aren't your type?" I asked, "I'd hate to know what your type is."

"I've always had a thing for blondes," his voice is a decadent whisper that slices against my defences and sets my heart racing. My palms feel clammy and my throat is rough as sandpaper.

I tried to swallow.

"B-blondes?" I reached a shaky hand for my blonde locks.

He leaned forward, the spicy scent of him filling my lungs and I'm caught so completely in this stranger's spell.

"Another drink for the gentleman," the bartender's voice snapped me from my spell and I jerked away, almost toppling over in my stool.

I turned away and cleared my throat and with a look of amusement, the beguiling man passed me the glass. And without a second thought I grab it and down the contents, trying to get rid of my sudden nerves.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked, a gleam in his eyes, "Have you ever watched the moon from the top of a building?"

My eyes went wide, "You want us to go watch the moon?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "My hotel has roof access and from there, you can see clear across to the moon sitting over the city."

He held out his hand and with a tingle of my anticipation in my spine, I put my smaller hand in his and he closed his hand and drew me out of my chair. I stumbled and fell into his hard chest with a panicked squeak.

"I'm too drunk for this."

"Not much of a drinker?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I can't afford to be so out of control."

"Well, let's both be out of control together. Just for tonight."

Warning bells went off in my head but I ignore them, too infatuated with the promise of sinful delight in his knowing smile.

"Okay," I breath, eyes locked on his. I don't know this man but I willingly give him something I haven't given anybody in years. I give him my trust.

Hours later, tangled up in bed with him, I wondered if I hadn't accidentally given him more than just my trust.

"You're mine, Valerie," he growled into my ear as his hips pushed into me over and over again.

It occurred to me that I hadn't given him my name, but I was too lost in the throes of pleasure to care.