“I’m not your wife.”
“This says you are.” He grabbed her hand and held her ring in front of her face. It was the first time she saw it. Part of her hoped it would be hideous and gaudy. Something she hated. But she loved it. The simplicity of the white gold and the small spattering of diamonds was exactly what she would’ve picked. Probably because she had chosen it. Damn it. “And I’m sure we have a marriage license lying around here somewhere that further proves our married status.”
She lifted a shoulder. “We’ll get it annulled.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.” He cocked a brow. “Do you really think we didn’t consummate the marriage?”
Her cheeks heated. Judging from the soreness in between her thighs…they probably had. “Does it matter?”
“Hell yeah it does.”
“Wait a second…we were both dressed.” Her heart leapt at the thought. “We weren’t naked. I bet we came back and fell asleep. That’s our out. That’s how we cancel this without a divorce. Thank God.”
Something flashed in his eyes. “Maybe.”
“What?” She looked back at him, and his eyes were shuttered. “What do you mean, maybe? It’s the only way to fix this mess.”
“Maybe,” he said again, his voice hard. He picked up his cell, punched in a phone number, and then raised it to his ear. “Hello?” He was silent for a little while, and she fidgeted. “Yeah, thanks so much for that.” Another pause. “Hell no.” He rolled his eyes, and she stiffened. “What do you think?”
“That’s it.” She couldn’t take this one-sided conversation anymore. It was killing her not knowing what was going on. She yanked at his arm but he didn’t sit down next to her. “Put it on speakerphone.”
He ignored her. “That’s what I’d like to know.”
She snatched the phone out of his hand and bolted across the room. She put it on speakerphone just in time to catch Mike’s friend saying, “…wanted to.”
“You’re on speakerphone,” Morgan said, holding the phone out between her and Mike. Mike crossed the room, still naked, and scowled at her. “What’s your name again?”
“Alistair, but you can call me Al,” a male voice said. “Nice to talk to you again, Morgan.”
“Uh, yeah. Right back atcha.” Not that she remembered meeting him at all. Morgan pursed her lips. “Now, tell us who asked who to get married. And even more importantly, is this a legal marriage?”
Al clucked his tongue. “Well…yeah. It’s legal. You both wanted to make sure it held up under the laws.”
Mike groaned and sank to the bed, his forehead on his hand. “Just f**king great. Did it ever occur to you to try and stop me?”
“I tried.” Al laughed. “You were quite adamant that you marry Morgan. I even have it filmed to prove it.”
“See?” Morgan’s grip tightened on the phone, triumph going straight to her head and making the room spin. “I told you that you asked me.”
Mike scowled at her. “Fuck that.”
“I knew I wouldn’t have wanted to—”
Al cleared his throat. “Uh, actually? You asked him. But he said yes right away.”
The phone dropped from her hand, hitting the plush carpet. “No.”
“Wait.” Mike leapt to his feet, his eyes glowing and his face flushed. “She asked me?”
“Yeah.” Al’s voice was muffled from the carpet. “She did. But you enthusiastically said yes. Said it was the best idea ever because you two were the same.”
“Nice to know I’m right. It’s a great way to start our marriage.” Mike, of course, ignored that last part about him enthusiastically agreeing to the idea. “Thanks.”
“I have a DVD for you at my place. It’s from the wedding,” Al said.
Mike shuddered at the word wedding. Actually shuddered. “Yeah. Burn it.”
“But—?”
“Bye.” Mike hung up. Morgan swallowed hard and met his eyes. He stared at her with a burning, possessive heat she could never describe in a million years. “So…?”
She lifted her chin. She refused to back down or admit she was wrong. “Just because he says I asked doesn’t mean I did.”
“Why would he lie?” He took a step toward her. “What possible reason could he have to do that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because he’s your buddy?” She shrugged, forcing herself to ignore the fact that he was creeping closer. “Some form of bro-code or something?”
“He didn’t lie. He never does.” He stopped directly in front of her. Since she was sitting and he was standing, she was eye-level with his penis. His large, very hard penis. “And neither do I.”
“Whatever.” She licked her lips. “Can you please put some clothes on?”
He picked up a piece of her hair, playing with the damp curl. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll get dressed if…” He trailed off and cupped her chin, tilting her face up toward him.
All sorts of dirty images flashed before her eyes. Images of him demanding sexual favors in return for him clothing himself. And if that’s what he wanted, then hell yeah, she was up for that. When he didn’t finish the sentence, she asked, “If what?”
He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. She clung to his arms, his muscles bunching under her fingers. “If you admit you asked me to marry you. That you wanted to marry me.”
Chapter Eight
Mike nibbled on the side of Morgan’s neck, waiting to see what she would do. Would she flip out and yell at him? Punch him? Curse him out? Probably all of the above. He tensed, waiting. Watching.
But he refused to take the blame for something that was quite obviously her idea. He wouldn’t have come up with the plan to get married. He wouldn’t have thought it was such a great f**king idea, if not for her. She’d changed everything. It was all her fault he was here with a band around his finger.
And she’d damn well admit as much before he let her go.
She’d wanted to marry him, and for some god-awful reason unknown to man, he’d said yes. Now, he was shackled to a woman he couldn’t get the hell out of his mind. He needed to run for it before she somehow convinced him to stay here with her. But first…he refused to let her write him off. She’d married him for a reason—and he’d married her for one, too.