My Body-His (32 page)

“
I think you’ve mistaken who you’re speaking
to,” I said and stalked off to find Luke.

I pulled him away from a conversation with his friend
Jim and said, “What does Marcello think is going to happen later?
He’s an extremely rude man and very disrespectful of you, I might
add.”

Luke laughed. “Of me? I don’t think so.”

“
He kept rubbing his cock against me the whole
time we danced and then he tried to talk to me as if he were you.
That is disrespect, if you ask me.”

“
Well Marcello certainly has his ways and it
might serve you well to be nicer to him.”

“
Nicer to him? You must be joking.”

“
I’m not.”

I stood there with my mouth open. I couldn’t believe
what I was hearing. “What about protecting me? Wasn’t that part of
our vows?”

“
When you require my protection, you will have
it. Until then, be reverential of my friends and
acquaintances.”

“
I’m going for a walk,” I said, taking a step
toward the beach.

Luke clutched my hand and pulled me back toward him.
“Jane, you still need to throw the bouquet.”

I stomped off toward Parker’s table to retrieve my
flowers as Luke summoned all the single women. I hoped Sandy would
catch the bouquet. It would make her happy, and perhaps she could
leave my wedding with one positive memory. As the women gathered
behind me, I glanced over my shoulder to see where Sandy stood. At
the same time I noticed Marcello off to the side, staring me
down.

Luke strolled up to me and said, “Go for it.” With a
wink, he added, “She’s moved over to the left a bit.”

I threw the gold roses over my left shoulder, knowing
they would fly straight to Sandy. I turned around in time to see
Marcello stretch out his long arm and snatch them from the air
right above Sandy’s head.

What the hell is he doing?
I thought. I looked
over at Luke, who grunted and started to laugh. How could he?

All the women moved back to the seats as I stormed
over to Marcello.

“
What was
that
?” I said, hands on my
hips.

“
I caught them for you?” he countered, a look
of the devil in his eyes. He said it almost like a
question.

“
They were meant for Sandy! What is your prob—”
I started to say, pointing at Marcello, but then Luke grabbed my
wrist and whirled me about to face him.

“
Jane, we just spoke about this,” he whispered
harshly in my ear, pinning my arm at my side. “You will not
disrespect my friends. Know you owe me for ….”

I wrenched my wrist free and ran toward the beach
without looking back.

Blakely Bennett
grew up in Southeast Florida
and has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years.
She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in
psychology, which accounts for her particular interest in crafting
the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters.
She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially
erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss. She is
attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery.

Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving, and
supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded.
She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while
she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate
of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s
group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that,
since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people
who walk in the rain.

You can find Blakely on the Web at:

BlakelyBennett.fannypress.com.