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Stacey agreed to be her half-sister's Maid of Honor in spite of the fact that the Best Man, Alex Brandelman, pushes all her buttons. He's a major flirt, and worse, he's decided that she's the one he wants. But an encounter with a determined spider leaves her nearly naked in the elevator and in need of rescue.
When the doors open, Alex can't believe his eyes. The woman of his dreams is standing there in her underwear! He may be playing the role of gentleman by scooping her up and taking her to his room, but there's nothing gentlemanly about his desires. With the help of his sisters, he can provide a dress for this damsel, and maybe show her that he's the best man for her.
Stacey noticed something black on a fold of her skirt and reached down to brush it off. It moved. Her hand stilled. A scream froze in her throat. A spider, the size of a quarter, crawled up her side. Her whole body trembled with fear. She knew it was irrational to be afraid of something so small, but she was. Gut-churning, scream-inducing, scared-out-of-her-wits, scared. She grabbed the skirt and gave it a hard shake, hoping the spider would fall off. It climbed higher. And faster! Damn its eight legs!
In a panic, she reached for the zipper under her arm and yanked it down. Whipping the dress to the floor, she kicked it away from her. She edged around the puddle of fabric towards the door in an attempt to get out of the way. The spider crawled into view, and she let out a little squeak. Trapped in the elevator, Stacey couldn’t get away. She had to squish the spider. Knowing there was nothing else she could do, she tentatively stretched out her leg. As if it sensed her movement, the spider dashed to the right and disappeared in the fold of shiny material.
Emitting a noise part growl, part whine, she stepped on the material. The little bugger slipped out of one fold and into another and her steps became stomps, each one emphasized with a grunt. The spider obviously wasn’t intimidated. It somehow managed to get on to the tip of her shoe.
“Ewww,” she squealed, waving her hands vigorously as she shook her foot. Luckily, the spider fell off.
The eight-legged beast scurried back into the pile of cloth. She resumed her stomping, harder this time. The elevator door chimed as the spider surfaced again, this time charging towards her. With one final stomp on the dress, she backed out of the doors into the hall.
“That’ll teach it.” A familiar deep voice said from behind her.
Stacey spun around, coming face-to-ruggedly-handsome-face with Alex. Standing with him was a group of older people obviously waiting for the elevator.
“Good Lord!” An old woman said another chimed in with a not so whispered, “Well I never!”
“I know,” said an elderly man with a chuckle.
Stacey searched for a place to hide. Deciding Alex was her best and only option, she ducked behind him and used his body as a shield. A loud symphony of whistles had her looking over her shoulder at a group of young men coming down the hall from the other direction.
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