Page 67 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
Oh, that’s right. I didn’t. This bloody limo job was thrust on me at the last minute.
“Why?” Will asks Violet, and it’s as though he really wants to know. I hitch in a strangled breath and reach for my water.I wish it was Scotch.
“I don’t know. It was like you were giving off all these vibes under the surface.”
I freeze, my bottle halfway to my mouth.We were giving off vibes?
“You were right about Dad,” Lucas says. “But seriously, there’s nothing happening between those two. That’d just be gross, right?” He lobs that question at Will, who gives a careless shrug as though he’s already bored of the conversation.
Violet gives me a funny look.Unfreeze your arm, idiot.I hastily take a sip of water, not that it helps with cooling me down. It doesn’t stop her from shooting a quick glance between Will and me, either.
“You know Heath’ll be there tonight?” Jax asks me. “Guy has a serious crush.”
Next to me, Will tenses. Surely, he’s notjealousof Heath. We’ve only met a few times and are just mates. I don’t know why Lucas and Jax have this stupid idea that welikeeach other in that way.
I mean sure, he’s as hot as hell, and I love to hate his character in the trashy soap,Dominion Drive. Since it’ll look odd if I don’t respond to Jax’s comment, I say the first thing that pops into my head.
“It’ll be great to see him again. He’s so much fun.”
Is it my imagination or did Will actuallygrowl? I bite down on my lip so I don’t laugh. At least no one else heard.
“Wanker,” he mutters under his breath, and I can’t stop myself.
“I’m sorry. Did you say something, Will?” I give him a sweet smile.
You’re playing with fire. You know that, right?
His smoldering glance doesn’t just suck the air from my lungs. It steals my voice and turns my brain into steamy lust. I grip my water so hard the plastic squeaks, but I can’t rip my gaze away.
“Nothing important,” he says,
“Oy,” Lucas says, and it’s a wrench coming back to the real world. What is it about Will’s gorgeous dark eyes that’s so mesmeric? I could gaze into them for hours. “What’s up with you two tonight?”
“What are youtalkingabout?” We haven’t touched or kissed. There’s no reason for my brother to be suspicious—unlike when Harry walked in on us earlier. But luckily, he didn’t seem to find anything odd about the way I was pressed up against Will.
“You’re not glaring at each other. Are you guys friends again?”
Before I can even process that, never mind come up with an appropriate response, Will replies. “We’ve always been friends.”
Right. Good answer. Not that I dare glance in his direction, since everyone is staring at us.
“Great,” my brother says before turning to Jax, and the conversation moves on to football.
I glance at Will. He gives a faint smile, but although he doesn’t make any move toward me, I can read his message loud and clear. It’s the same one pounding through my own mind.
How soon can we leave this party, so we can be alone?
…
Will
“Are you up for that, Will?” Lucas asks. It takes me a second to realize he’s giving me a strange look. Probably because I’m not laughing and joking with the others the way I usually do.
Yeah, well, usually I’m not sitting next to Mac and trying damn hard to keep my hands off her.
“Sure,” I respond on autopilot. When stuck in the city, I’m always up for a party. Even if the prospect of a Halloween inspired event in a castle somewhere in Spain isn’t high on my list of priorities.
Thank God it’s only twenty minutes before we arrive at the hotel on the Southbank where Atomic Fire is holding their party. I should’ve chosen another seat in the limo, as far away from Mac as possible. But it was like she’d left the window seat next to her vacant as a deliberate dare.
