Elsie pulled into the Gendarme Kicker’s parking lot and found a parking spot right away. She claimed it without any hesitation.
“You know this is a handicapped spot, right?” Hildreth said as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
“What?” She glanced around, but there wasn’t a single handicapped sign in sight.
Hildreth grinned. “Made you look.”
She grabbed the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, accidently crushing the boutonniere.
Hildreth laughed as she pulled him into her space. He leaned towards her and kissed her. “Elsie. My Elsie.” He slid his hand under her hair, down her face, to her neck. Love shined in his eyes. “God, help me. This is going to be a long reception.”
She tightened her grip on his lapels. “It’s going to be intolerable.”
He laughed again.
Elsie kissed him. She couldn’t help herself, but she didn’t really try to resist.
So, she kissed him.
Hildreth shifted into a more comfortable position.
The movement of his hands.
His soft moans.
I want him.
I don’t want to wait. I want to…I want…
But there’s no way we’d be able to take my gown off in such close quarters. Besides, everyone would be able to see us. No. Just no. I’d die of embarrassment.
Elsie broke off. “All I want to do is grab you and take you home with me.”
“Ditto, Elsie baby.” He kissed her forehead. “But let’s go in there and party until someone drops. We’ll say, ‘Don’t look at me. I didn’t do it.’ and hightail it back home.”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan.” She released his lapels. The boutonniere shed at least a thousand petals. “If I knock someone out, does that count?”
“Only if it isn’t me.”
“That seems fair enough.”
He laughed. “I think I should go in there and inform the crowd that you are going to punch at least one random person per hour.”
She let out a surprised laugh. “Don’t you dare!”
He kissed the side of her face. “Come and stop me.” He opened the door and escaped before she could grab him again.
She quickly got out of the car.
He flashed a teasing grin at her and ran to the building.
“Oh, no you don’t!” She ran after him as fast as she could. Her veil flared out around her.
Hildreth let out a whoop and charged full speed ahead.
Elsie did her best to catch up to him, but he still entered the restaurant before her. By the time she got inside, he was sitting comfortably in one of the chairs near the hostess station.
That teasing grin was still on his face. “Hey there, Vansing. Took you long enough.”
She walked over to him and stopped in front of his knees. “But I’m not Vansing anymore. I’m Mayhew.” She spread her hands on his knees. “I’m Elsie Mayhew.”
“So you are.”