Page 25 of Where There's A Will
All of a sudden my skin got goosebumps and I couldn’t concentrate. Damn Will and his effect on me. The guilt increased. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
“You deserve better than him,” he murmured.
For a moment, I lost myself in his words and his accent. “You remember I said we’d just talk?” I placed my glass on the floor and did the same with his, kneeling in front of him. “Maybe we could try a kiss?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Will slid his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. His warm lips met mine, tasting of wine, and I sighed against his mouth.
So much for playing it cool. I was as bad as Hugo.
Iwoke up on Wednesday morning with Will in my bed once again and a delicious ache in my thighs from the previous night’s exertions. My conscience was screaming at me. Why had I let things go so far? Why hadn’t I drunk the wine, said thank you for a lovely evening and shooed him out of the door? Then another voice wondered why everything had felt so right? Why had I enjoyed it so much? Shit, I was so confused.
While I came to, I propped myself up on one elbow and studied him.
Yes, I was that kind of creeper.
His eyes were closed and I examined his lovely lashes, the structure of his cheekbones and the set of his jaw. No wonder he was a model-slash-actor. And with the accent… It took all of my willpower not to shake him awake and repeat what we’d already done twice during the night.
“You’re watching me sleep, aren’t you?” Will murmured, without opening his eyes. “Morning, Montana.”
Gah, I loved the way he said my name, so proper-sounding coming from his lips.
“Morning, Will.” A smile stretched across my face.
He opened one eye. “This is getting to be a bit of a habit, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t deny it was. And it was one I didn’t know what to do about. I was meant to be going away with Hugo, but Will…
“You should go,” I said with a sigh. “I have to get to work. And you have an audition today.” I remembered him mentioning something the previous evening. Somewhere between the living room and the bedroom when he said he should be getting home.
“That’s right, I do. Although I’d much rather stay here…”
He pulled me towards him and I nestled into the crook of his arm, revelling in the closeness.
Will’s phone chirruped on the bedside table and he stretched to pick it up, trying not to move too much and disturb our comfortable position. “It’s my casting agent,” he said. “They brought forward the audition, so I have to be there in an hour.”
He turned the screen toward me so I could read the message. It hit me that Hugo would never have offered up his phone so willingly.
“So I guess I have to go.”
Disappointed, I shuffled away from him and watched him get up, the sheet falling from his body, revealing his toned, muscular body and tight ass. I bit my lip.
“Do you really have to leave now?” I pleaded.
“You saw the message, Montana. I’m afraid so. Much as I would love to spend the day with you.” He pulled on underwear, socks and the rest of his clothes, hiding away that sculpted body. Then he leaned over and kissed me so thoroughly, I thought I was going to pass out.
“Will I see you tonight?” I almost laughed at my own question.
He grinned. “We’ll see.”
And then he was gone.
I fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What the hell was I doing?
The day dragged. I was on autopilot as I worked through the reports and presentations that needed doing. And I took my time when I was out at lunch, browsing in a couple of stores for some clothes for my big trip. I think I comfort-shopped and ended up with more bags and a larger credit-card bill than I truly wanted. The emergency fund would be taking a hit gain. Although now Hugo was taking me to London, maybe I wouldn’t need it any longer.
It was close to eight when there was a knock on the door I instantly recognised as Will’s. I wondered what he was bringing me tonight.
