His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 315: (Bonus Scene) Enjoy It to the Fullest

** Tyler **

"Um, Chelsea ..." Tyler fumbled a little for words. Was there even a delicate way to put this at all? He wanted to be honest, but he didn’t want to sound like an ass. "Um, so, about last night ..."

Chelsea cocked her head. Unusually for her, she didn’t say anything as she waited for him to finish that sentence.

"Well, I was ... quite drunk."

Right. How eloquent.

"... And?" She waited a few more moments until he stayed quiet for too long. Then she raised an eyebrow. "Don’t you dare tell me you regret it. That trope is disgusting."

"What? N-No, of course not! I mean ... Yes, sort of? But not really— I mean, not in that way!"

Fuck, he was so very good at this, and he could tell from the instant narrowing of those pretty eyes that he was about to get kicked in a very inconvenient part of his body if he continued to be ambiguous. "Fuck." He tousled his hair with a frustrated groan. "I mean, I just ... I got too excited and had a few too many drinks ... and I don’t really remember much about how the rest happened."

"... You what?" The narrowing eyes went wide now at his words. "You don’t remember offering to walk me back to my room at the end of the party? Or you don’t remember promising loudly to Harper that you’d stay to take good care of me all night and make sure I don’t wake up with a hangover? Or you don’t remember how well you did take care of me even though you are the one waking up with your memory obliterated?"

"... I-I promised that to Harper?" It was Tyler’s turn to not believe his ears. Out of all the possible responses he expected from Chelsea, this revelation wasn’t one of them. Had he really—

"Oh yeah, I’m sure the videographer got that on camera too. Along with the fact that you stumbled so much when walking that I had to be the one holding you up. And then you commented quite generously about how soft and comfortable it was when you wrapped your arms a bit too low, not on my shoulders but actually on my boobs ..."

"..."

Was it too late to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it? How did this wedding suddenly turn into a funeral of his public decency?

A spark that looked suspiciously mischievous flashed in Chelsea’s eyes. Casually, she leaned forward a little, just enough to whisper into his ear, "And as to the other things you said in the privacy of the room, I wouldn’t mind reenacting them all for you again, scene by scene, now that you are sober enough to actually remember it ... and enjoy it to the fullest."

"..."

Tyler never thought of himself as the type to like seductive women. In his mind, they were too dangerous and risky for relationships, and casual plays were simply not within his consideration. But with this particular seductive woman in front of him, when she said things like that so close to his ear ...

It was hard not to feel a delicious tingle stirring at the warmth of her breath, spreading from his scalp all the way down his body. Apparently, even though he could barely remember what had happened last night behind that closed door, his body remembered it just fine, and even her scent was already becoming familiar, like a sexy potion luring him in ...

A potion that reminded him of all those tingly moments he had felt before during their late-night hangouts. Of the moment yesterday when she walked down the aisle, looking so gorgeous, and when he couldn’t pull his eyes away from her as she smiled at him the entire way.

Damn it. He was totally here to talk to her about how last night was an accident and how he didn’t want to complicate things. But now all he could think of was her bright character and dazzling beauty and the undeniable pull that he tried to pretend he didn’t see for the last year, and—

"Under one condition." Oh fuck it. Life was too short for doubts, and the truth was out before he could think twice. "I want this reenactment regularly. Exclusively. Not just as a wedding guest tradition and preferably not again while one of us is too drunk to even remember it."

A wide grin appeared on that pretty face in front of him. "Deal. And in exchange, I want you to take me to the finance gala this year. As your real date."

His own grin was still halfway forming when her lips were already on his. And as she pulled him into her, reminding him of that soft body he had apparently praised so generously all night, he heard a beep behind her back, and the door to her room swung open.

This time, he was going to remember every second of it.

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** Author’s Note **

Harper (smirking): my matchmaking worked ;)

Thank you again everyone for staying with me until the last Chapter of this book. I’ll miss this fun ride! Somewhere down the road I might post a side story about Harper and Eli’s kids, or maybe some illustrations of my favorite date scenes just for good memories ... Any preferences on which ones you’d like to see?

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