Chapter SixNic
Elle and I are seated at a table near the front, a little to the right of the wedding party’s table. The servers are milling around us, taking away our salad plates and replacing them with entrées. Elle has the chicken option, while it looks like Christine picked the beef for me.
Perfect.
“Can I get you something to drink?” the server asks as he sets my plate in front of me.
I glance at my now-empty champagne flute from earlier and shake my head. My one-drink rule is going to be even more crucial now that I know I clearly have a hard time controlling myself around Elle.
And who can blame me? She’s unbearably sexy in that dress. I should have picked the other one. Not that it would have made that big a difference because she’s got curves in all the right places, and neit
