One Wild Wedding Night_ No Way Out - Leslie Kelly [1]
“Look out, Chicago , horny bridesmaids are on the prowl.”
“I don’t imagine too much can happen since Gloria’s with them.” Gloria was happily married to Nick’s oldest brother. The mother of three had seemed relieved when her husband had offered to take their boys home so she could enjoy the night on the town with the rest of the bridesmaids. “She’ll play chaperone.”
“Oh, right. Chaperone to a lawyer, a bookkeeper, a stripper and a Rockette.”
“You got something against strippers and Rockettes?” she asked, cocking a challenging brow.
He had finished working her sleeves open and slid around behind her to start on the long row of tiny buttons up the back of the dress. As he slid each one free, he kissed the tiny bit of skin revealed, sliding his lips over each of her verte-brae with heart-pounding restraint and sensuality.
“Uh-uh, Cookie. Some of my favorite people are strippers and Rockettes.”
She dropped her head forward, sighing as he continued to undress her. Conversation was the last thing she wanted. Thoughts of her bridesmaids began to fade.
But before thrusting the whole subject out of her head altogether, she reassured them both. “They’ll be fine. They’re grown women, they’re not driving, and they’re in a group. What could possibly happen?”
Chapter 1
There was no way in hell Vanessa McKee was going to stand outside in the cold with a crowd of rowdy drunks who’d had to evacuate a bar because of a fire alarm. And she said so. Loudly. “Forget this, let’s hit it. The hotel’s gotta have a bar…with heat. And drinks. And no fire.”
The two remaining bridesmaids who’d stuck it out with her for the evening immediately agreed, though they bickered their way into the car. As she joined them inside, Vanessa wondered, yet again, how sisters could be so dissimilar.
In her mind, growing up in her grandmother’s house in South Carolina with her two sisters and two brothers, she’d figured people raised together would inevitably be alike. No, her sisters weren’t professional dancers like she was. But damn, they were strong like she was. As were the boys. They’d all been forged in the same fire of hardship and poverty after Mama and Daddy had died and their grandmother had taken them all in.
But the Natale sisters? Well, they’d once had the same last name, but there it ended. They had about as much in common as Vanessa did with one of those skinny white girls who pirouetted for the New York City Ballet. Both dancers…but that was about it.
“Jeez, it’s cold. Even my hair’s like a block of ice,” Gloria complained as she huddled in a corner of the limo.
“Maybe it has something to do with the gallon of hair-spray you dump on it every day,” said her sister Mia, sounding snarky. “Do you buy that stuff by the gross?”
“No. My husband buys it for me,” Gloria sniped back.
Vanessa hid a laugh, having pegged these two right off. The oldest sister was the crazy, bossy one. The middle the hard-ass. And Izzie, Vanessa’s best friend since they’d both landed spots with the Rockettes, was the self-confident sexpot.
The funny thing was, Vanessa could have become close friends with any of them. Because, in truth, they were all a little like her.
Some men had called her crazy. Especially the one she’d thrown a vase at when he’d shown up backstage to bring flowers to his new girlfriend. Vanessa being the old one.
Some had called her a hard-ass. Like that same guy.
And quite a few considered her a self-confident sexpot. Though, to be honest, not lately. It’d been a long stretch between men and she was definitely feeling a little…antsy.
“So where are all the hot men in this city, anyway?”
“If you find them, be sure to let me know,” Mia replied.
Gloria rolled her eyes. “Come to my neighborhood. We got so many Italian studs walkin’ the streets, a girl needs panty liners just to keep herself dry between home and the market.”
Vanessa snorted. Even tough, somber Mia’s lips twitched.
“Unless…” the oldest sister scrunched her brow.
Vanessa knew