when was the last time she and Collin had done it? She couldn’t remember.
“A nice, long, stress-free honeymoon,” she added with what she hoped was a suggestive lilt to her voice.
Maybe if she could get him away from the hospital long enough, Collin would rediscover his sex drive.
Maybe rather than neutral, it would kick into overdrive.
They’d really click then.
She bet they had park benches on tropical beaches. She felt a bit more overheated at the thought.
He shook his head. “Taking time off for a long honeymoon wouldn’t be responsible. You’ve just taken the position at the institute. You don’t have any vacation time built up. You can’t just take days off whenever it suits you.”
Ari sighed.
Collin had a point.
Collin always had a point. And his point was perfectly correct, but no surprise there, either, because Collin was always correct.
Sometimes living with perfection was…taxing.
“So when were you thinking about setting the date?” she asked.
She thought, but didn’t add, because you’ve obviously already worked this all out already.
She should appreciate his thoughtfulness, his attention to detail, she chided herself.
“How about three months from now? Since we’re not planning anything big and elaborate, that should allow a sufficient amount of time to pull it all together.”
“But I want big and elaborate. A huge wedding and reception with all our friends and family there. Music. The bouquet and the garter. Dancing. You and me—”
“Ari, we’ve talked about this. It doesn’t make sense. I’m an only child of two only children. You’ve got one unmarried brother. And your extended family consists of your grandmother. We don’t have big families.”
“Friends. We’ve got lots of friends.”
“Colleagues. We both have many colleagues.”
Collin had colleagues. As a matter of fact, Ari couldn’t think of one person that she would really call his friend. Maybe that’s why he wanted to keep the wedding small, to keep from thinking about his friendless state.
Poor, proud baby.
He’d been so busy with school and then starting a demanding career, that he hadn’t had time to build deep meaningful relationships…except with her.
She reached out and patted his hand affectionately. “Yes, a small wedding would be best.”
He smiled, obviously relieved.
“A small wedding in three months,” she murmured. “Bethany should be back from her trip by then. It wouldn’t do to have my maid of honor overseas.”
Bethany was adventurous. She was always doing something wild and crazy. This time she was backpacking through Asia and from all reports having the time of her life. She’d be back by August for the wedding.
August?
Ari sighed. August in Philadelphia got hot. Very hot and humid. Not exactly the perfect wedding weather.
Ari had always dreamed of a traditional June wedding. Early June, so the weather was warm, but not oppressive. Her family and friends celebrating with her. A huge party.
Rather than voice her doubts about the wisdom of a wedding in August, she simply said, “That’s fine.”
“I knew you’d agree. I’ll leave you to the details. I’m sure Mother will help.”
“I’m sure she will.” Ari knew there was more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but Collin didn’t seem to notice.
Just like his mother would fail to notice anything she said. Anything she wanted.
Collin’s mother wouldn’t just help. She’d take over. She was the chair of so many organizations and groups that she practically ran anything remotely philanthropic in the city.
The woman didn’t know how to help…she knew how to steamroll.
“There,” he said with a smile, obviously having missed her sarcasm completely. “We’ve settled it. Our wedding will be in August.”
“We still haven’t narrowed down a day,” Ari said.
“It doesn’t matter. See what you can book on what day and we’ll just go with that.”
“Fine.”
He kissed her cheek. “Sorry, but I have to run. People counting on me and all that. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Maybe you could come over tonight?” she said, giving him her best come-hither look. “We could celebrate our upcoming wedding.”
Not just celebrate, have sex. Wild, hot, steamy—
“I’d love to Adrienne, you know that, but I have surgery early tomorrow and I need my sleep. We’ll do something special this Saturday when we go out if you like.”
Darn. The only thing hot and steamy she was going to get was a long bubble bath.
What would Collin do if she whispered her fantasies about having sex right here and now?
Probably quirk his perfect eyebrow and tell her why it was a less than perfect idea. Not that she didn’t know that, but just once she’d like more than his chivalry…she wanted his lust. His unbridled passion.
She wanted an orgasm.
Not just one.
Multiple orgasms.
“Adrienne?” he asked.
“Sorry,” she said, feeling a bit shaky after her wild thoughts. “That’s fine. I understand.”
“I knew you would. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
He kissed her on the cheek and headed back toward the hospital.
Ari walked toward the subway station, heading toward home. She had two more weeks before she started at the Warnheimer Institute of Psychology. She wished she’d already started her new job. After two years of juggling work and grad school, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with this time off. The day stretched before her with no end in sight.
No sex in sight, either.
What was wrong with her today?
Everything was perfect. Her life was exactly the way she’d planned. The perfect job and the perfect fiancé who’d finally set a wedding date.
She
