Own the Eights Gets Married - Krista Sandor Page 0,15
hand and then back to her mother and Hector, standing quietly like good little schoolchildren.
“It would be nice not to have to battle my mother or have CityBeat trying to call the shots,” she agreed.
He held her gaze. “So, we’re a unified yes.”
Georgie nodded. “Yes.”
They left the Pepto-pink ballroom and found the wedding frau standing in the lobby, jotting in her notebook.
“Frau Lieblingsschatz, we’d like to accept your offer,” Jordan announced.
Georgie squeezed his hand. This was a good thing, right? This wedding woman, no matter how intimidating she looked or how bizarrely her mother behaved in her presence, seemed to know what she was talking about.
And she loved the Botanic Gardens in the fall. She’d dreamed of an intimate, romantic wedding there.
The woman had been spot-on.
Jordan met her gaze, and she knew whatever life threw their way, they’d be okay. She loved this man—her Emperor of Asshattery. Her reformed ten, who all along was a solid, loving eight.
Her partner.
Her best friend.
“Very good,” Mrs. Lieblingsschatz said with the slap of the notebook closing.
The wedding nymph popped up and held out a pen and a clipboard. “We need your signatures on this contract and the confidentiality agreement.”
Georgie signed her name, and Jordan followed suit.
“Where does she come from?” Jordan whispered, glancing at the wedding assistant.
“I don’t know. It’s a little disconcerting,” she answered.
It was actually very disconcerting. But, with as nutty as this day had been so far, it was par for the course.
The young woman nodded to the frau, then flitted away.
“Your wedding will be in two weeks,” the wedding planner announced.
“Two weeks?” she and Jordan exclaimed.
“Yes, and it will be the wedding you both have always wanted.”
“Um…okay, thank you,” Georgie sputtered.
This seemed too good to be true.
The wedding frau’s lips twisted into a cunning grin. “And I almost forgot. Here’s the first rule. No sex until after you’re married.”
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Jordan
Jordan froze and looked around the lobby for that lady with the contract they’d just signed.
He needed to tear that fucker up right now.
Maybe he’d gotten it wrong.
“I don’t think I heard you correctly, Frau Lieblingsschatz. Did you say Georgie and I can’t sleep together until after we’re married?” he asked gently.
The woman narrowed her gaze. “It’s only a couple of weeks, Mr. Marks. Are you unable to abstain for even a short period of time?”
“No, we could do it, but…” he began.
“You are a fitness trainer, yes?” the wedding frau asked, cutting him off as she opened her leather-bound notebook.
“I am.”
“Do you believe people need to have strong bodies and strong minds?” she continued.
“I do.”
She raised an eyebrow. “And what about hard work? Are you afraid of it?”
Dammit! This wedding woman had ninja skills when it came to marrying mind control.
“Jordan and I are up for any task. It’s just that abstaining from sex seems a little strange in this modern day and age,” Georgie offered with her plastered-on beauty queen grin.
This was not good. She only switched into full pageant mode these days when she got a whiff of Aqua Net hairspray, usually off some old lady who meandered into her bookshop.
“Modern day and age,” the frau said under her breath with a coy smirk. She closed the notebook. “After you met, how long was it before you had your first kiss?”
“Well,” Georgie began, sharing a nervous look with him. “We met in the park, and then an hour or so later, we learned we would have to work together in the Battle of the Blogs competition.”
The wedding frau clucked her tongue. “That isn’t an answer to my question. How long, in days or months, was it before you kissed?”
“Um…two?” Georgie supplied.
Cornelia Lieblingsschatz frowned. “Days?”
Georgie cringed but miraculously was able to hold the pageant expression. “Hours.”
“You two became a couple two hours after meeting?” the frau asked, scribbling in her notebook.
Anyone else would have cracked under the questioning eye of this fearsome frau, but not his Georgie.
“No, I still pretty much hated his guts at that point,” she answered as if she were addressing a line of judges.
“But you kissed him?” the woman pressed, smirk in place.
“Yes.”
“Hmm,” the wedding frau hummed. “Let’s move on.”
He shared a relieved look with his fiancée as his hammering pulse slowed.
Yes, they’d had a unique start to their relationship. They were the eight and the ten who, together, became more than just a number. It was all over the internet.
He wrapped his arm around Georgie, ready to take on the world. “Go ahead, Frau Lieblingsschatz.”
“Sex,” the woman said, dropping the s-bomb and sending his heart