Bride For Order

By: Jenika Snow & Sam Crescent

With her second cup of coffee nearly finished, she turned toward the door as it opened, hearing the little bell above it chime. And then there he stood. She knew it was him even though the photo that had been sent her way didn’t exactly do him justice. He was older, seventeen years older than her twenty-one years.

The email he’d sent her was a desire to meet so that they could talk, get to know each other better. And as she looked at him now, she was overcome with instant arousal.

She’d never experienced this before in her life. The man moved toward the counter, and she watched him. He wore a button-down shirt under a jacket, his arms thick, muscular. Even the jacket he wore couldn’t hide how large he was. Glancing from his feet up, she saw that he was indeed tall, and that most women in the coffee shop were admiring him.

Should she do something completely stupid like give him a wave?

Instead of doing any of that, she remained in her seat and took a sip of her coffee. She pressed her thighs together, cursing her body for having such a reaction to a man, a stranger. This man might want a wife but that didn’t mean he was any less of an asshole.

Focus, Anna.


Before she could think straight, or realize what was happening, the chair opposite her came out and then he sat before her. His hair was a little messy, like he ran his fingers through it often. It looked soft, though, and her fingers itched to touch it. She was shocked by the level of attraction she had for this man. He had a days’ worth of stubble over his cheeks and chin, which gave him this masculine sexiness as well.

“You’re Anna?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes.” She swallowed. “You’re Landon.”

He smiled. It was genuine and suited him well, made him even more attractive if that was possible. “Glad we got the names out of the way.”

Anna sat up straighter. His tone was gruff, and the very feminine part of her rose up even more. He stared down at the table, his expression one of a bitter taste left in his mouth. The air shifted and she grew anxious over how things were playing out.

“You don’t like coffee? We could have picked a different place to meet up at,” she asked.

He looked up at her, and for several seconds he simply stared at her. “Coffee’s fine.”

She gave a nervous chuckle. This wasn’t going how she’d thought it would. “Well, you recommended this place, so I assumed maybe you enjoyed cafés.” She nervously laughed again, feeling her face heat, knowing her nervousness was probably evident.

“You’re nervous?” He tilted his head to the side as he looked at her.

“Wouldn’t you be? You don’t exactly look happy to be here. It could give a girl a complex.” She smiled but it was forced.

Once again he stared at her, and his gaze scanned over her face, then down to the table.

“You’ve got no reason to have a complex at all.”

Her nipples tightened and she licked her lips as her mouth went dry. God, how insane that he was causing this type of reaction in her after only being in her presence for a few short minutes. She was insane—that, or terribly lonely.

This woman was fucking perfect.

Landon stared at her full lips, and couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around his cock. He could literally picture her moans as he touched the back of her throat, making her take all of him. Not only that, her tits were lovely and large. He’d always loved a woman with some meat on her bones, and Anna looked exactly like her picture showed.

The only question for him was would she be able to handle his reclusive lifestyle?

First, he needed to make sure she was on board with being his wife, and he wanted to know a little bit about her, and why she’d signed up to be a bride.

“If you must know, this is not about the coffee. I just … I’m not very good in social settings like this, but I didn’t want you to feel unsafe or think anything bad.”

She smiled, but exhaled. “I am so nervous, if I’m being honest.”

She had a beautiful smile.

“I can handle a little rough around the edges. The coffee’s good though.” She held her cup up. “This is my second one.”

“You’ve been waiting for me long?”

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