Page 16 of Where There's A Will
“Morning, Montana.”
“Morning, Will.” I shifted onto my side so I could stare into his eyes, the same baby-blue eyes which had been staring so intensely at me during our lovemaking last night. If I looked into them for much longer, I’d probably drown. I wondered if he’d be up for a repeat performance. He was so sweet, so earnest, so damn good, sounexpected. As I reached under the covers for him, my alarm chimed and I groaned.
It was Monday morning and I had to get to work.
“Can we get together again soon?” I asked.
He nodded. “Soon. Yes. Definitely.”
I pulled the sheet around me and looked at him. “Um, I need to shower and get dressed and be in the office in like, thirty minutes, so…”
“Shit, sorry, yes, of course!” He slid out of the bed and scrabbled on the floor for his clothes, giving me ample opportunity to admire his ass. Tight, biteable, dreamy. I brought my mind out of the gutter. Now wasn’t the time for those kind of thoughts.
Will kissed me again, then disappeared and I heard the door slam behind him.
I fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The whole night had been amazing. I’d gotten to know him, we’d talked and talked and then had fantastic, mind-blowing sex. What a way to end the weekend. My hand sneaked between my legs. Maybe there was time to make the working week start better.
From the living room, I heard my phone ring and cursed beneath my breath. Whoever was on the line wasn’t giving up. With a frustrated scream, I got up and stalked into the room to find it.
It was Bree.
“Tonight. Monday Madness,” she stated.
I had no idea what she was talking about, thinking it was some stupid football thing she wanted to bring me to. It was just like her to pretend she understood what was going on during the game simply to chat to men. “Monday what?” I shot back.
“Speed dating. You promised.” I could hear her pout even though we weren’t in the same room.
In the back of my mind I vaguely remembered what she was talking about. She’d been talking about trying a speed-dating event and I said if Hugo doesn’t come to his senses, then I’m in.
“Unless Hugo’s back?” Bree paused. “Or you’ve met someone else and haven’t told me about him yet.”
Will.
My mouth curved up.
I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell Bree about him yet.
After all, it had only been one night.
One glorious night.
“Of course Hugo’s not back,” I protested. “And where would I have met someone else? You know exactly where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing recently.” Well, actually she didn’t know everything.
“Good. So I’ll see you tonight.”
I sighed. Looked like I would be meeting Bree after work for speed dating.
Mondays usually dragged, but the team threw loads of stuff at me, presentations to reformat, reports to check, not to mention a huge lunch order which had to be picked up, and the day went almost as fast as one of the speed dates I’d be on that night.
I’d spent a huge chunk of the day dreaming about Will too. He was an absolutely perfect second option if things didn’t work out with Hugo. And at the moment, things definitely didn’t seem to be working out with Hugo. After Bree and I had bumped into his friends at the bar last week, I hoped they would tell him they’d seen me, tell him how hot I looked, and he wouldn’t be able to resist, so he’d get in contact to meet up again. It seemed my optimism had been misplaced.
The two of them were about as far apart as you could get. Hugo, with his management consultancy career mapped out, a family with ambitions for him, the perfect wife in his future—the wife I thought I was going to be. Will and his somewhat unpredictable, maybe slightly unstable career, but a sense of spirit and adventure that brought him to New York from London.
And if I compared them on any other front, Will won out, even after one night together. Considerate, yet passionate. None of the restrained Britishness I’d heard so much about.
I couldn’t help but break into a grin as I thought about the impromptu Sunday night hook-up. It wasn’t my style, but breaking the rules was kind of fun. I wanted that kind of fun again. So what the hell was I doing going to a speed-dating event? Why didn’t I just go for Will?
That question was still bugging me when I arrived at the bar. It was a good half an hour before the event started that I met Bree. I wasn’t going through the evening on an empty stomach, so I insisted we grab some appetisers to share.
