Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series) Read Free Page A

his and brought it to his lips. After kissing her knuckles, he winked at
her. “There is absolutely no way you could make a bad impression, darlin’. The
name is Brody Evans, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
    Narrowing her eyes a little at his boldness, Fancy tugged on
her hand, attempting to remove it from his grasp while trying not to be rude.
He knew if they weren’t in a business setting and he wasn’t a customer, she
would have no problem blurting out the words which had to be on the tip of her
tongue. Awesome . He loved when he had to work a little before cozying up
to a woman. It was the chase that drew him in and made the end result that much
better. And since the lovely lady didn’t have a ring on her finger, she was
fair game for his charm.
    The second her mouth began to turn into a frown, he knew it
was time to let go. Releasing her, he gave her another wink then waited for her
to take the seat across the table from them before he sat down again. “Not that
I wouldn’t mind the beautiful Ms. Angelina Beckett being my fiancée, but I have
no desire to be Ian. He doesn’t have enough fun in his life unless Angie is
with him. Me? I’m all for fun and games.”
    “I’m sure you are,” Fancy murmured to his delight before
turning her attention to Angie. “Now, I remember you saying your baker closed
up shop and the event is in six weeks.”
    The bride-to-be nodded as the young woman manning the counter
brought over their coffees and placed them on the table. Brody grinned at her,
causing the blonde to turn pink again while Angie thanked her before responding
to the baker. “Yes. Without warning, his place closed. I know there are a lot
of people trying to get their deposits back. Our wedding date is October 15th.”
    “Do you have a picture of what the cake you chose looked
like? We can start there.”
    Pulling out printouts she’d made this morning, Angie handed
them over. “This was what we had decided on, but honestly, looking at them now,
I’m not sure if it’s what I want anymore. There just seems to be something
missing, but I don’t know what it is.”
    Fancy studied the two pictures—a close-up and a wide-angle
version—then opened the photo album and flipped through several pages. “It’s a
good start, but I think we can jazz it up a little more. Where is the wedding
being held?”
    “The Vinoy in St. Petersburg.”
    “Great. Love that place—it’s so elegant—and we’ve done
several weddings there recently.” She found the pictures she was looking for
and turned the album around for Angie to see. “This we did just a few weeks
ago. Instead of the white plastic separators between the tiers, the venue supplied
the wine glasses which we inverted. Then the bride arranged for the small
floral pieces that we put under each glass so they matched the table
centerpieces.”
    “Oh, I love that! It’s different, and that’s exactly what I’m
looking for. Brody, what do you think?”
    He’d barely been paying attention to their conversation.
Instead, he’d been studying Fancy’s face. It was rounded and full, with just a
hint of dimples when she smiled. A smattering of freckles rose up and over her
nose from one cheek to the other. While he had no doubt she was a headstrong,
competent businesswoman, he’d bet a year’s membership to The Covenant she was a
sexual submissive. Being in the lifestyle for over ten years, he could spot one
a mile away. The problem was sometimes women didn’t know it, or if they did,
they were too afraid to explore that part of their sexuality. “ Hmm ?
What?”
    Angie pointed to the album as his gaze went back and forth
between the two women. “The cake. What do you think of this cake?”
    Glancing at the photo, all he saw was a huge white cake with
lots of flowers. “It’s nice, but don’t go by my opinion. All men care about is
what it tastes like. Sweet and yummy is all I need to satisfy me.”
    This time, it was Fancy who rolled her eyes,