Unguarded (One Fairy Tale Wedding, #1)
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Hannah shook her head, stepping out of the way to let him into her apartment. “Was she disappointed?”
“No. Why would she be?”
“Because you rushed through the evening to get to the sex and then walked out on her.”
“That’s not what happened. We both knew what we wanted. We enjoyed it well enough. Then it was over.” He sounded bland, perfectly composed, as he poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle she’d opened earlier.
Hannah propped up on one of the two stools at her tiny island. “Are you sure? Women sometimes want more than a quick roll in the hay, you know.”
“A roll in the hay?” The dry lilt to Bruce’s voice made her smile.
“Yes. A roll in the hay. My mom used to use that expression. A meaningless round of sex.”
“It’s not meaningless if it’s good for both her and me. I promise she enjoyed it.”
She shook her head again with a sigh. “Whatever.”
The wry little tilt of his mouth settled into something serious. “If you have something to say, just say it.”
“I did say it. How do you know all those women you’re screwing don’t want something else from you?”
“If they do, it’s not because I ever give them the impression there’s anything else to get from me. I’m always honest, Hannah. You know I am. I was honest with you, wasn’t I?”
She snorted. “Yes. When you came on to me after my second day of work and suggested we could have a very good time together, you were very honest.”
“And you were honest about saying you didn’t do that. And I immediately let it go, didn’t I?”
“Yes. You did.”
Bruce hadn’t so much as given her a hot look ever since the evening two years ago when she’d told him she wasn’t interested. She knew that spoke well of him, and if she’d occasionally been a bit disappointed that he’d given up so easily, she knew that wasn’t a fair or rational feeling.
Bruce was a decent guy at heart even though he screwed a different woman almost every week.
She asked lightly, “But how are you ever going to fall in love if you just jump from one bed to another?”
“I’m not looking to fall in love. You’re the one led by your heart. Not me. My heart remains just as untouched as your body.” He paused as he gave her a close look and said in a different tone. “Speaking of, enough stalling with questions about me. What happened tonight?”
She gave a little shrug and slumped forward. “I don’t even know.”
“You were so sure he was the one.”
“Yeah. I don’t know. I really liked him. And he seemed perfect for me. But when we got back to my front door and he kissed me, it just... it didn’t feel right.”
“How did it feel?” Bruce’s vivid blue eyes scanned her face with close scrutiny.
“I don’t know. Awkward. Artificial. Like there was this guy in my face, and I’ve only known him for a month, and it felt exhausting to think about taking my clothes off.”
He chuckled, his eyes still resting on her face.
“It’s not funny,” she said, feeling more depressed than ever. “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I get swept away like everyone else?”
“I’m not sure that what you’re expecting is really what sex feels like. It feels good. But it’s not like who you are vanishes in some sort of romantic fantasy. You’re always you. And you always know it’s you, doing the things you’re doing. And sometimes it feels a little strange to be with someone else that way.”
“Even for you?”
“Yes. Even for me.”
“You’ve never been swept away?”
He frowned for a moment, clearly thinking through her question. “I... I don’t know. I’ve had lust hit me really strong, sure. But swept away by more than that? No. I don’t think so. You’ve watched too many romantic movies. It’s not like that in real life.”
She realized he was probably right, but that just made her feel even more glum. “All those movies and stories had to be based on something, didn’t they?”
“Wishful thinking.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious,” he said, reaching over to put a hand on her wrist. “Hannah, if you keep expecting your world to be shaken to the core the moment your hero appears on the scene, you’re never going to recognize the right guy for you even if he’s right in front of your eyes.”
Her eyes held his for a long moment, and she felt a strange little shiver run up and down her spine.
She didn’t know how to understand it, so she just ignored it.
“I’m not giving up.”
“I’m not expecting you to. But I’m the one who has to cheer you up every time you’re disappointed when a date doesn’t go the way you want.”
“You don’t have to cheer me up. No one asked you to come over, you know.”
“But aren’t you glad I did?”
She gave him a little smile. “Yeah. Of course I am. And I know you’re probably right. I’m over-romanticizing the whole thing, so it never lives up to what I hope.” She paused. “Maybe after I have sex the first time, it won’t always feel like such a big deal, so it will be easier to just take men as they are.”
He didn’t reply to that—just kept watching her with that close scrutiny.
She sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong. I just sometimes wonder if, because I’ve waited so long, I’ve built it up too much in my mind. So I just need to get it over with so I can put it in better perspective.”
“Maybe,” he murmured.
“But how the hell am I supposed to approach the topic with the guys I date? Yeah, so here’s the thing. I’m a virgin, and I want to do something about it. You don’t mind helping me out, do you?”
As she said the words, she suddenly had an idea. A completely new idea. A brainstorm that hit her out of the blue.
She could only envision one man in the world doing such a thing for her.
And she was talking to him right now.
Bruce made a choked sound in his throat. “I think you’ll find that plenty of guys would be happy to oblige.”
She wondered if he was one of them. Then she wondered if she’d ever be brave enough to ask him. “Yeah. I guess. It just feels... I don’t know. I’ll keep thinking about it. And I’m not ruling out the guy of my dreams finally appearing.”
“Maybe he will,” Bruce said, his voice slightly rough. “Maybe he will.”
Three months later
HANNAH STARED AT HER phone, willing it to ring.
She’d called Bruce more than a half hour ago, and he hadn’t answered, so she’d texted him to call her when he had the chance.
It was nine thirty on a Thursday evening. It was possible he was on a date.
The thought annoyed her. It wasn’t the weekend. He shouldn’t be out screwing some woman when she needed to talk to him.
She knew that was a very unfair feeling, so she tried to stamp it out. She kept staring at the phone in her hand for a long time though.
Finally it rang.
“What’s up?” Bruce asked when she answered.
“Were you busy?”
“Not really. What’s going on?” He obviously knew she had a particular reason for calling him, and that made her feel even more anxious than she already was.
She had nothing to be anxious about. He was her friend. She was always honest with him. This wasn’t a big deal.
It felt like one though, so she took a slow breath before she said, “I need a date.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I’ve got that wedding coming up in two weeks. I told you about it. Polly, that friend I went to high school with. At that fancy hotel in West Virginia. I’m a bridesmaid. I need a date.”
“Then ask someone to go with you. What’s the big deal?”
She made a face at her empty apartment. Bruce was usually quick and clever. He could have helped her out by picking up on nuances right n
ow. “There’s no one for me to go with.”
“That’s not true. You know plenty of guys, and a bunch of them would jump at the chance to spend the weekend with you.”
“I can’t ask a guy I don’t really know to go to this wedding with me! We have to drive all the way across the state. We have to spend two nights together. I don’t even know if there are extra rooms available at the hotel. We might have to share.”
“Ah,” Bruce breathed in a different tone, like he’d finally understood her problem.
“But I don’t want to go by myself. Most of the girls from school were kind of snotty to me about being a scholarship girl, and if I go to this fancy wedding without a date, it will just solidify in their minds what a loser I am.”
“You’re not a loser, Hannah. Don’t call yourself that.”
“I know. I know I’m not a loser. But I also don’t want them to think I’m a loser. It’s not that strange to want a date to a wedding where you’ll see all the people you used to know in high school, is it?”
He was silent for a moment. “No. It’s not strange.”
“So I want a date, and I can’t ask a guy I don’t really know. So...”
“Oh God, Hannah, you’re not really doing this, are you?”
Finally he’d understood where she was going with this. “Yes. I am. I want you to go with me.”
He groaned. “I hate weddings.”
“I don’t care.”
“They’re ridiculous. All that overblown romance. You know how I feel about all that crap.”
“I know, and I don’t care. I need a date, and you’re my friend. It’s just one weekend.”
There was another long pause. Then, “What weekend is it again?”
She told him the dates, feeling hopeful now that he was taking it seriously.
He gave another groan.
“You’re free, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m free.”
“It would be a huge favor. I’d owe you for a long time, and you could call in the favor anytime you wanted.”
“Damn it, Hannah.”
“It’s a very fancy wedding. There are two different black-tie events.”
“Damn it, Hannah.”
She giggled, realizing that he’d caved after all. “And you’ll need to pretend it’s a real date.”
“What do you mean?”
“Having a date is pretty meaningless if everyone knows we’re just friends. You’d have to pretend to be my boyfriend. You can’t go around hitting on other women while you’re there.”
“Damn it, Hannah.” This time the words were almost a growl.
She was so excited now about him agreeing that she was smiling to herself in her bedroom. “I love you, Bruce Mackenzie. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know that. And you better treat me really nice if I’m going to do this for you.”
“I’ll treat you as nice as you want.” For some reason, the words made Hannah blush, for no good reason.
Or maybe there was good reason.
She did want a date for this wedding, but she also had ulterior motives for asking him to the wedding in a few weeks.
She, Madison, and Charlie had made a pact. They were going to get what they wanted by the end of the weekend.
Charlie was going to claim the heart of the man she loved. And Madison was going to have a hot fling.
But Hannah wanted something different, something she’d been mulling over for three months and was absolutely sure about now.
She wanted to not be a virgin when this wedding was over.
Trying to lose her virginity to the man of her dreams just wasn’t happening for her, so she was going to ask Bruce.
She had absolutely no idea what he was going to say.
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About Noelle Adams
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she writes full time, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances. For more information, please check out her website: noelle-adams.com.
Books by Noelle Adams
One Fairy Tale Wedding Series
Unguarded
Untouched
Unveiled
The Loft Series
Living with her One-Night Stand
Living with her Ex-Boyfriend
Living with her Fake Fiancé
Tea for Two Series
Falling for her Brother’s Best Friend
Winning her Brother’s Best Friend
Seducing her Brother’s Best Friend
Balm in Gilead Series
Relinquish
Surrender
Retreat
Rothman Royals Series
A Princess Next Door
A Princess for a Bride
A Princess in Waiting
Christmas with a Prince
Preston’s Mill Series (co-written with Samantha Chase)
Roommating
Speed Dating
Complicating
Eden Manor Series
One Week with her Rival
One Week with her (Ex) Stepbrother
One Week with her Husband
Christmas at Eden Manor
Beaufort Brides Series
Hired Bride
Substitute Bride
Accidental Bride
Heirs of Damon Series
Seducing the Enemy
Playing the Playboy
Engaging the Boss
Stripping the Billionaire
Willow Park Series
Married for Christmas
A Baby for Easter
A Family for Christmas
Reconciled for Easter
Home for Christmas
One Night Novellas
One Night with her Best Friend
One Night in the Ice Storm
One Night with her Bodyguard
One Night with her Boss
One Night with her Roommate
One Night with the Best Man
The Protectors Series (co-written with Samantha Chase)
Protecting His Best Friend’s Sister
Protecting His Enemy
Protecting the Girl Next Door
Protecting the Movie Star
Standalones
A Negotiated Marriage
Listed
Bittersweet
Missing
Revival
Holiday Heat
Salvation
Excavated
Overexposed
Road Tripping
Chasing Jane
Late Fall
Fooling Around
Married by Contract
Trophy Wife
Bay Song
Her Reluctant Billionaire
Second Best