I picked up my bag and moved to vacate the room before remembering that I didn’t know exactly when we would be making everything official. “Have you planned when we will have the official ceremony?”

“Tomorrow. Wes and I are having a bachelor’s night out tonight.” I rolled my eyes at the cliché bachelor’s night bullshit. It wasn’t like he needed a last night out as a single guy since he didn’t plan on remaining faithful to me behind the scenes. “This whole thing has to appear believable, right? With the way I’ve behaved of late, it would be expected, and everyone would probably call bullshit on this wedding if I never bothered to indulge in a bachelor party of any kind.”

“Can you at least try to keep the worst of it out of the public eye? I get that you don’t actually give two shits about me or the marriage we’re signing on for, but at least respect the fact that I’m helping you out here and try not to make me look like more of a fool than I already do for marrying you.”

I honestly don’t know if he had a reaction to my ask because I left the room, headed for my own after bypassing the living and dining areas, and then promptly picked up the phone to order room service. Part of me wanted to go explore Sin City since I’d never been there before, but the other part of me – the one that would be doing it alone – decided that sitting in the opulent hotel room with room service and a movie was probably the better idea.

That was the plan, right up until a knock on my bedroom door changed things for me. “Yes?”

The door opened and my future husband stood there looking all kinds of wonderful in a pair of charcoal gray dress slacks and a midnight blue button up shirt that looked like it would feel exquisite under my fingertips. Tucker looked every bit the playboy he was.

What a shame that I’d be married to all that and unable to sample the product because he thought I was basically a troll doll. His friend, Wesley, stood just beyond him in the distance, eyes locked on me. He had joked that he would marry me instead, back when we were in his office discussing his friend’s lack of impulse control. The heat in his gaze made me wonder if he hadn’t been telling the truth, or at least an embellishment of it. Then I remembered what I was wearing. I had taken my pants off, to get comfy for my night of movie watching and binging on yummy foods thanks to room service. The only thing I was wearing happened to be a t-shirt that barely covered my lap area and some panties I hoped weren’t visible.

Tucker cleared his throat to get my attention back on him. “We’re about to head out for the night. We’ll try to be quiet when we come back.” The last was muttered as he glanced away, making me think that they wouldn’t be coming back alone. Gross. Tucker’s head flew forward just a little bit when Wes’s hand made contact with it.