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toy was no better than her old-fashioned vibrator. Oh, it did the work,
and in a few minutes she could have an orgasm. But the feel of flesh and the
weight of a real man would never be replaced by plastic and batteries.
    If only she could trust that a real man—like Blake
Dean—wouldn’t abandon her in the long run. If she thought for a second he would
understand her need to be in control of most everything in her life and not see
it as being bitchy, then maybe.
    Becky stood as people started arriving for the ceremony.
“The guests are here. I’ll make sure the staff is ready. I expect you to order
Mr. Perfect and have him on my desk this week. I’ll take that as my bonus for
the weekend.”
    Liza laughed again. “I’ll buy you one, but I think you’ll be
just as disappointed as I was.”
    “Maybe it would be better if someone else was working the
controls.” She winked as she turned and left.
    Liza chuckled then shivered as she thought of Blake between
her knees, teasing and playing with the controls of the Beaded Bunny. She could
see his face as he concentrated on the controls and the reactions the different
settings brought from her body. The first of the guests interrupted her
daydreams as they started milling into the yard and the tent.
    She looked around at the decorations. All put together, it
rivaled any other wedding she’d ever planned, if you looked past the theme. She
smiled to herself and headed into the house.
    Bobbie was squealing as Liza entered the suite of rooms she
was using as the dressing area for the wedding party. “Get him out of here,
Blakely!” Blake stood looking impish, with a pug tucked under his arm. “It’s
bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the ceremony. And why don’t you
have the pants on?”
    Liza snickered as she noticed Blake had opted for black
jeans and black ostrich boots instead of the tuxedo pants that Becky had
ordered custom-made. His jaw tightened. “Mother, I am not wearing pants that
have pugs all over them. It’s bad enough to be best man to a drooling dog.”
    “Ms. DeLane will have your hide.”
    Liza stepped fully into the room. “I think Ms. DeLane will
get over it.” Blake looked up and smiled.
    Bobbie fluffed the tulle veil that was hanging dangerously
close to Penelope’s slobber-covered mouth. “Still, he won’t match. Blakely,
honey, this is important.”
    Pedro shook in Blake’s arm and sent a string of goo onto his
crisp, starched shirt. “Shit.”
    “Blakely, stop your cursing and go clean that up. And change
your pants. We’ll be ready in a few minutes.” He grumbled and backed out of the
room, trying to keep the squirming pooch still while wiping off his lapel. He
stopped long enough to tip his black felt hat to Liza and give her a dazzling
grin. Man, he looked good in a cowboy hat.
    “Thank you, Ms. DeLane, for not having my hide.” Blake
winked and backed out of the room as Pedro whined. Liza had to fight with all
her will to not correct him and say something about how she had enjoyed that
hide very much.
    “Honestly,” Bobbie huffed as she gathered up Penelope.
“You’d think I asked the boy to wear a dress. Are we ready, hon?”
    Liza shook off the effects of that grin and the comment and
gazed out the window overlooking the festivities. “As soon as he gets the groom
downstairs. It’s an excellent turnout. You should be able to make a considerable
donation.”
    Bobbie glanced out the window over her shoulder. “Thanks to
you.”
    The pug squirmed unexpectedly in Bobbie’s arms and she
dropped little Penelope. The dog squeaked and headed for the door, her veil
taking the brunt of the damage as her pink painted toenails dug into the tulle.
“Silly puppers! Come here, sweet bear.” Bobbie scrambled after the dog,
knocking the rest of the bride’s veil to the ground. “Liza, be a dear.”
    Liza picked up the diamond collar and attempted to attach it
around what she supposed was the dog’s neck. The custom