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the second, “that this was all something with a rational explanation.”
    Brandy snorted on the other end. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Seems to me that the rational explanation is that you landed yourself Mr. Tall, Dark, Rich and, okay, sometimes an Asshole,” Brandy purred. “You’re living every waitress’ dream. We all wish to hit it really big in this city. So enjoy the long weekend. I’ll even cover you on Monday. I mean, I’ve never seen you really relax. You earned it.”
    Mel hesitated, wanting to ask her friend if anyone knew anything about her marriage, but a bigger part of her was afraid to say too much. If rumors started to spread, would they affect Ray negatively? Would they spread in spite of their best efforts and cost him his throne?
    Instead, she sighed and asked an easy question. “Have you ever seen those quickie weddings with Elvis get annulled? I mean, that’s not hard is it?”
    “Wait, are you saying . . . ?”
    Mel hesitated. She was dying to tell Brandy everything, but her intuition held her back. “No, no, he just asked me about it because he saw people coming out of the chapel last night dressed like the Beatles circa Sergeant Pepper, and he wanted to know how often that bullshit stuck.” 
    “Well, it’s legal, so those people? Total fools on the hill. But, I’ve heard it’s not hard to undo a mistake. Seriously, if you got married, I so need to see the ring!”
    “No, it’s…uh, it’s not like that,” Mel hedged. “Look, we’re about to head to breakfast. I’ll call you later.”
    “You better, and again, don’t worry about Monday. I got that covered. One of us should be actually living. Have a good morning, hon.”
    “Thanks,” she said, and hung up. 
    The new information didn’t help much, it only confirmed for Mel that she and Ray were beyond hot and heavy for the public. All she knew now was that it was her prince’s move, and he had to figure out a way to get them out of this mess.

Chapter Seven
     
    The first thing Ray did was hop into the shower and turn the water to cold. He hoped that would wake him up and clear his head. His mouth tasted like the contents of a sewer pipe and a good tooth brushing would come next. Still, with all the alcohol that had been pounding through him last night – enough, apparently, to make him forget his own damn wedding – he was a mess.
    He felt awful, and had fuck all clue how to do or fix anything. The bracing water was his consolation. He picked up the soap and started to lather himself off. The sight of Mel first thing in the morning had left him with a raging hard on.
    He had to admit that yanking on his sweats had also been a defense, a way to keep from being too obvious in front of her. She was clearly panicked, and more than that, seemed to want nothing to do with him. That was a killer for a man’s ego.
    Still, when he spied her breasts bouncing underneath the thin lace of her teddy, all he wanted to do was push her up against the wall and claim her then and there.
    He closed his eyes and imagined her under him, the pert lines of her mouth, and her gorgeous, full lips. He imagined that mouth swallowing him up to his balls.
    As he pumped his lathered hand over the length of his cock, Ray focused on Mel, and on her Cupid’s bow mouth. He pumped until his knees went weak under him with orgasm, all the while seeing her enchanting brown eyes looking up at him. His sperm shot in a fluid jet from his dick and he moaned, and then bit his lip, hoping Mel hadn’t overheard him.
    God, Mel, the things you do to me.
    When he was done, he quickly and efficiently cleaned himself and grabbed a towel. After a thorough tooth brushing and shave he felt almost human again, even if he was desperately hungry. He picked up his cell phone and dialed Gregory, one of his oldest friends and one of the head barristers for his family’s estate.
    It seemed as though it took forever for Gregory to answer, and, in the