Page 39 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
Oh. Right, good. Relief washes through me that he didn’t decline. Or laugh. I’m not sure which would’ve been worse. And then something occurs to me.
“There’s just one thing. You’d need to be exclusive.”
“I can do that.”
“Okay, then.” I’m kind of shocked he agreed so quickly.
“On one condition. It’s mutually exclusive.”
I stare at him. “Well, obviously. Duh.”
“Do you want to shake on it?”
“I’ll write you up a contract if you want.”
He laughs, leans across the bed, and kisses me. “I haven’t been able to get you—us—out of my head all week.”
“Aha! Therewasan ulterior motive in inviting me here this weekend.”
“Hey, I’m not the one with a bag full of condoms.”
I give him a mock scowl. “What, you didn’t even bring one? Just in case you got lucky?”
“I might have one in my wallet,” he concedes, “but that’s for emergencies. It wasn’t for you.”
This time I frown for real. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to take that comment.”
He threads his fingers through mine. “It means I didn’t expect this. Even though I wanted it.”
Don’t say it, Mac.
But as usual, I don’t listen to my good advice. “Wanted what, exactly? A weekend fling with me?”
“Isn’t that all you want?” There’s a watchful expression on his face. Does he expect me to suddenly get all clingy and emotional or some shit? Wow, his ex really did a number on him.
“Uni starts in ten days.” The last thing I want is him imagining I harbor a secret crush on him.
You do have a crush on him.
Yeah, but not in the sense that I can’t live without him or want to spend the rest of my life with him. “Ten days, and then it’s over. Agreed?”
“And then we go back to being friends without the benefits?”
“Sure.” I nod, so he knows that’s exactly what I mean, even though I have serious doubts that’ll work in real life. It didn’t last time.
Last time was different. It was my own fault I was so devastated when he didn’t keep his midnight promise to me and come to my art exhibition. Guys say anything in the heat of the moment, and the stupid thing is I knew that, even then. I just didn’t think Will was like that. Not when we’d been friends for so long before we fell into bed.
Thistime my eyes are wide open. And I won’t make the same mistake in thinking what we have is anything more than fantastic sex.
Chapter Twelve
Mackenzie
Something’s not right.
I finish my raisin toast and sneak a peek at Will. We’re having breakfast in the village bakery, and he’s sitting opposite me at our tiny round table. True to his word, his meeting only took about an hour, but when he returned, there was a tension that wasn’t between us before.
Is he having second thoughts already?
