| Bridezilla and A Date for the Wedding |
| Excerpt |
© Paige Tyler, 2010
Bridezilla
“I can’t believe what you did back at the club,” she said,
tossing her purse on the table in the entryway.
Travis gave her a confused look. “Are you still going on
about the DJ?”
“Of course I am.”
He threw his keys on the table beside her purse. “Chloe,
we’ve been going round and round for months about
which DJ to hire. If I left it up to you, you’d be looking for
one the day before the wedding, which happens to be
next week.”
Her face colored. “I would not.”
He let out a snort. “Right. That was the fifth DJ we saw.
What were you going to do? Drag me to every club on the
California coast until you found the right one?”
“I can’t believe what you did back at the club,” she said,
tossing her purse on the table in the entryway.
Travis gave her a confused look. “Are you still going on
about the DJ?”
“Of course I am.”
He threw his keys on the table beside her purse. “Chloe,
we’ve been going round and round for months about
which DJ to hire. If I left it up to you, you’d be looking for
one the day before the wedding, which happens to be
next week.”
Her face colored. “I would not.”
He let out a snort. “Right. That was the fifth DJ we saw.
What were you going to do? Drag me to every club on the
California coast until you found the right one?”
“Don’t be so ridiculous!” she snapped. “I just wanted to check out a few more before we made a
decision.”
Travis ran his hand through his dark hair. “Why? Everyone you talked to said this guy is really
good. And he seemed to know what he was doing at the club.”
“That’s not the point.” God, sometimes her boyfriend could be so infuriating. “You shouldn’t
have made the decision to hire him on your own!”
His mouth tightened. “For heaven’s sake, the guy is just playing records, Chloe! Why the hell
would you ask him what his major was in college?”
She lifted her chin. “I was just trying to get an idea of what kind of person he is.”
“Honey, we don’t care what kind of person he is. He can hold up a convenience store before
the wedding, as long as he gets there on time.”
Chloe had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. How could Travis be so cavalier about
such an integral part of their wedding? “Sometimes, I think you’re purposely trying to ruin the
wedding.”
Travis wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I’m not trying to ruin anything,
honey. I just helped you pick out a DJ.”
“The wrong DJ,” she muttered.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” he said. “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. We’ve already hired him.”
Angrier than she’d ever been at Travis, Chloe put her hands on his broad chest and shoved him
away from her. “You hired him, not me. I’m going to call him right now and tell him we’ve
changed our minds.”
Turning her back on him, she yanked open her purse to dig inside for the DJ’s business card,
but Travis caught her arm.
“No, you’re not.”
She stopped digging to glare at him. “Yes, I am.”
He was silent a moment, the muscle in his jaw flexing as if he were trying to decide if it was
worth arguing about it anymore. Well, she wasn’t going to back down.
Finally, he swore under his breath. “Okay, that’s it.”
Chloe assumed that meant he was giving in, but to her surprise, her took her arm and marched
her over to the sectional couch.
“Honey, what are you doing?” she demanded.
But Travis didn’t answer her. Instead, he sat down on the couch and in one swift motion, gave
her arm a tug that sent her tumbling over his knee.
Chloe was so stunned that she simply lay there draped over her boyfriend’s knee, her long,
blonde hair hanging down around her face, her hands on the carpeted floor. Then, almost
automatically, she tried to push herself upright. Her boyfriend’s strong hand on her back held
her in place, though.
Confused and more than a little annoyed, Chloe craned her head to look over her shoulder at
him. “Travis, what...?”
“This had been building up for weeks now and it’s time I did something about it.”
Chloe opened her mouth to ask him what the heck he was talking about when realization
suddenly dawned on her. She could think of only one reason he would put her over his knee
like this. He wouldn’t dare!
A moment later, his hand connected with her upturned bottom with a sharp smack. She
gasped. He would dare! He was actually spanking her!
decision.”
Travis ran his hand through his dark hair. “Why? Everyone you talked to said this guy is really
good. And he seemed to know what he was doing at the club.”
“That’s not the point.” God, sometimes her boyfriend could be so infuriating. “You shouldn’t
have made the decision to hire him on your own!”
His mouth tightened. “For heaven’s sake, the guy is just playing records, Chloe! Why the hell
would you ask him what his major was in college?”
She lifted her chin. “I was just trying to get an idea of what kind of person he is.”
“Honey, we don’t care what kind of person he is. He can hold up a convenience store before
the wedding, as long as he gets there on time.”
Chloe had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. How could Travis be so cavalier about
such an integral part of their wedding? “Sometimes, I think you’re purposely trying to ruin the
wedding.”
Travis wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I’m not trying to ruin anything,
honey. I just helped you pick out a DJ.”
“The wrong DJ,” she muttered.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” he said. “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. We’ve already hired him.”
Angrier than she’d ever been at Travis, Chloe put her hands on his broad chest and shoved him
away from her. “You hired him, not me. I’m going to call him right now and tell him we’ve
changed our minds.”
Turning her back on him, she yanked open her purse to dig inside for the DJ’s business card,
but Travis caught her arm.
“No, you’re not.”
She stopped digging to glare at him. “Yes, I am.”
He was silent a moment, the muscle in his jaw flexing as if he were trying to decide if it was
worth arguing about it anymore. Well, she wasn’t going to back down.
Finally, he swore under his breath. “Okay, that’s it.”
Chloe assumed that meant he was giving in, but to her surprise, her took her arm and marched
her over to the sectional couch.
“Honey, what are you doing?” she demanded.
But Travis didn’t answer her. Instead, he sat down on the couch and in one swift motion, gave
her arm a tug that sent her tumbling over his knee.
Chloe was so stunned that she simply lay there draped over her boyfriend’s knee, her long,
blonde hair hanging down around her face, her hands on the carpeted floor. Then, almost
automatically, she tried to push herself upright. Her boyfriend’s strong hand on her back held
her in place, though.
Confused and more than a little annoyed, Chloe craned her head to look over her shoulder at
him. “Travis, what...?”
“This had been building up for weeks now and it’s time I did something about it.”
Chloe opened her mouth to ask him what the heck he was talking about when realization
suddenly dawned on her. She could think of only one reason he would put her over his knee
like this. He wouldn’t dare!
A moment later, his hand connected with her upturned bottom with a sharp smack. She
gasped. He would dare! He was actually spanking her!
