My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

'Is she throwing up because of my kiss?' Alistair thought.

His heart raced as he recalled how much wine she had downed. With a mix of concern and regret, he crouched beside her and gently patted her back.

Even someone like him could find himself in these awkward situations-comforting Audrey, offering her water, until she finally started to calm down. What a wild night!

The following morning, warm sunlight streamed through the curtains, nudging Audrey awake. She squinted, hummed a little, and then reached for what she thought was her pillow, preparing to get up.

'Wait, why is my 'pillow' so hard today?' she thought in a daze. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was surprised to find Alistair watching her, propped up on one elbow.

The air felt thick, almost frozen in that moment. In an instant, Audrey shot up, her eyes wide. 'Oh no! What happened last night?' she couldn't help but wonder.

Besides the pounding headache, everything felt okay, but she remembered the stories about what usually followed a night of crazy sex, and-Wait! why am I wearing a bathrobe?' she wondered.

and looked up at Alistair, feeling utterly confused. "How the heck did you end up in my bed?" To think she thought she was hugging a pillow, but it turned out to be his chest! "This is

this wasn't her guest room. Heat rushed to her cheeks as snippets of last night flooded back-her pleading for a hug, kissing him, and then throwing up all over him before sobbing and cuddling him to sleep. 'Oh my god! Talk about embarrassing!' she

covers over her head to hide. Eventually, she mustered up the courage to say,

good." Alistair chuckled softly, clearly not too bothered,

Audrey quietly lifted the covers just a bit. Thinking he had stepped

to miss. It reflected Alistair's incredible physique-his lean, chiselled chest, those rock-hard abs, and that perfect V-shaped silhouette. It was a sight to

have a blast every night." Violet's words popped back into Audrey's mind, making her cheeks turn red. She pulled her head back under the covers, curling up like a little shrimp.

about stealing glances, but

time, enjoying how her face turned brighter and brighter until she

back to her room, her cheeks still flushed. After washing up and changing into her clothes, she finally

Alistair busy in the semi-open kitchen, making breakfast like the perfect

as she started to slip away, Alistair called out, "Aren't you going to