Page 69 of One Hot Moment

He smiles as he slips the ring onto my finger. "I was hoping for a more exciting acceptance speech, but that isn't important. 'Yes' is the only word that matters."

My vocal cords finally decide to start working again, and I throw myself at Spencer, laughing and repeating one word over and over in between lavishing kisses on his face. What is that one word?

Yes.

By the time we return to the reception, everyone already knows we're engaged. Bindy blabbed. I don't mind that she did. This wonderful woman will be my sister-in-law soon, and I can't wait to change my last name to Halfenaked.

Spencer's brows shoot up into the stratosphere when I make that announcement. "I wouldn't blame you if you'd rather not use my surname."

"I'm proud to be your fiancée, and I'll be even prouder to become your wife and take your last name. You know by now that I don't give a hoot about what other people think of me."

"That's one of the qualities that made me fall for you."

Wow, my life has changed more in the past few weeks than I ever imagined it could in an entire lifetime. But the next morning, it's time to fly back to Virginia on Dane Dixon's jet. Yes, I met him at the wedding too. I met a lot of Spencer's British buddies as well as their American wives and husbands.

Spencer and I are standing beside the limo, waiting while my family climbs inside, when Rosalyn approaches us.

"I have a confession to make, my dears," she says. "Desmond Rademaker gave Spencer a week's extra holiday time because I asked him to do it."

My fiancé stares at Rosalyn. "What? How do you know him?"

"We met at university, back in the Dark Ages, when he was an American exchange student. We even shagged a few times."

"Mum!" Hugh shouts from the top steps of the house. He's gaping at Rosalyn. "You can't tell everyone that. I didn't need to know, and neither did anyone else."

"It was before I met your father, Hugh darling." Rosalyn touches my arm. "The American Wives Club, British Branch, couldn't risk either of you getting cold feet about your relationship, so we made sure you would fly to England. There, you could meet all the couples we've helped find their happily ever afters. Spencer did not get his job in America because of Desmond, though. I didn't ask for his help until later, and he knew nothing about the Parrish family's connection to the Halfenakeds."

The shock of what Rosalyn said doesn't fully sink in until Spencer and I walk into our apartment. My fiancé insists on carrying me across the threshold. Naturally, we make love until we're too tired to do it anymore.

But the next morning, it's back to work.

Once the boss has settled in behind his desk, I grab my tablet and sashay into his office. I set the tablet down in front of him. "Here's your itinerary for the day, Mr. Halfenaked."

He gives me a sly, sexy smile. "Darling, would you mind getting a very important document out of that file cabinet for me?"

"Which file cabinet, Mr. Halfenaked? There are three of them."

He gestures toward the cabinets. "The one at the far end. The document seems to have fallen down behind the drawers, and my knee is acting up. Would you be a love and retrieve it for me?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Halfenaked." I sashay over to the cabinet and bend over, pulling the drawer open. And I purposely hoist my ass in the air. "Oh, there it is. I found your document."

"Thank goodness."

I walk back to Spencer and set the blank sheet of paper on the desk, then rest my bottom on it too. "What else can I do for you this morning?"

He rises and wraps his arms around me. "Stay with me for the rest of our lives, that's what you can do."

I lock my legs around his hips. "A good corporate administrative assistant always obeys her boss's commands."