Page 13 of Willow

The confident concert pianist just melted into the hardwood floor. Now, only the awkward girl remains. “Is lunch ready? I’m famished.” I brush a lock of hair away from my face as I dash out of the room. Caleb’s heavy breathing and my feet hitting the wood flooring are the only sounds in the penthouse. I’m not counting my hammering heart because hopefully I’m the only one who can hear it. Why did that moment feel so intimate?

“Willow, that was breathtaking. You play the piano like an angel. I could listen to you forever.” Yeah, well that’s not happening.

I grab a seat at the island and can’t wait to stuff my mouth. It smells amazing. “You made all of this for me?”

“Well, I can’t take credit for the linguini with bacon, but I did make the side salad to go with it.” If this man is as delicious as this meal, then I’m in deep shit.

Earth to Willow. I just noticed he’s taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt. Damn, this man is hot-as-fuck. Oh, and he smells good enough to eat. All sunshine and warmth with a hint of citrus and musk. It’s an intoxicating scent. I shove some food in my mouth before I lean into him and sniff like a dog in heat. Which isn’t a bad idea, I just don’t think Caleb would appreciate it very much.

“Compliments to the chef. This is the best pasta I’ve ever had.” Truth right here. A girl could be mighty comfortable living here. It’s a thought I toss out before I open my mouth.

“Thanks, I’ll tell Margo it was a hit. So, when did you start training as a concert pianist and why are you not pursuing that as a career?” Ouch. I was hoping he wasn’t going to go there, but I had to show off in front of him and now it’s too late. Remember bob and weave? I’ve been doing it all of my life.

“My teenage years hit and when Trevor introduced me to Lucas and Jet, it was a no-brainer. I just traded in one concert venue for another. And, before you ask, my parents flipped their shit. My life, my decision, and now Mom realizes I made the right one for myself.”

“Touché. You have an open invitation to come here whenever you want and play for me. I’ll be your captive audience of one.” This man is smooth and subtle. He has all the right moves and says all the right words. Must be what makes him such a successful businessman.

“Thank you. You’re too kind. I could be the clingy stalker kind and you’d want to take back that invitation really fast.” I stuff the last bite into my mouth and chew. It’s best for me to fill my mouth instead of ramble on and on. A girl could get too comfortable with an open invitation. Thank god I’ll be on the road in a few weeks.

“That would never happen. I don’t just throw out invitations on a dime. You love the piano and I love hearing you play. It has bonded us forever.” My eyebrows hit my forehead when he throws his head back and chortles. Okay, so was he joking? “Willow, the look on your face is priceless. Let’s sit out on the balcony.” Once again, he grabs my hand and I let him.

“Shouldn’t we be adults and do the dishes first? I hate leaving you with a mess.” The minute I step outside, I forget all about cleaning. This is the most breathtaking view of the city I’ve ever seen.

“You’re my guest. I’ll rinse them off while I get us something to drink.” While he’s gone, I slip my phone out of my pocket and see sixteen missed calls and a bunch of texts. Nice to know my friends are checking up on me, but I’m kind of busy right now. A contented smile pulls at my lips. I don’t know if my heart can take Caleb and a Steinway all in one day.

Closing my eyes, I lift my head and let the sun kiss my face while the cool breeze ruffles my hair. Caleb steps out carrying two tall glasses of something cold. “Here, try this and let me know what you think.”

I take a long sip and the flavors explode on my tongue. Apple, vodka, and something I can’t distinguish. “It’s really good. What’s it called?”

“It’s a Caramel Apple Mule. It’s made with ginger beer, vodka, apple cider, and caramel. It’s a good drink for this time of the year.” He gives me a playful wink as he takes another sip.

“A girl could seriously get used to this, Caleb. It’s not every day that I get a baby grand, lunch, and a delicious drink from a handsome man.” Yep, I went there.

When Caleb circles his finger over the rim of his glass, my nipples yearn to be that glass. If I don’t slow my roll, I’m going to let my libido make a very poor decision. One I’ll regret for a long time to come.

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CALEB

“The pleasure’s all mine, Willow. Contrary to whatyou might think, I truly enjoy your company. It’s refreshing. A breath of fresh air.” A shy smile flits across her face. It takes everything within my power to stay seated. Especially knowing that my bed is a short distance away. I’d love to strip her naked, pour my drink down her body, and lick every fucking inch of her exposed flesh. Damn, I’m getting hard.

“You’re not so bad yourself. In fact, this is the first time I’ve seen you this relaxed since we’ve met. It looks good on you.” Why am I here? Flirting with a girl fifteen years my junior? I need to put some distance between us or I’m bound to do something I’ll regret. The last thing I want to do is hurt her like the jerk who gave her that locket. Yeah, pretty sure he was an ass who took flight when things got too hot and heavy.

Taking the last sip of her drink, she eyes me. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll promise to come back, if you promise to play the piano with me.” Oh Christ, I’ve created a monster.

“I’d be honored to play with you.” Seriously? Fuck! “The piano, that is.” She bursts out laughing and I realize that I shouldn’t have tried covering it up. It just made matters worse.

“Oh my god, I wish you could have seen your face.” She wraps her arms around herself and has the last laugh on me.

“I’d ask if you want a refill but I think you’ve had enough.” I grab her glass and get the hell out as fast as I can. Otherwise, my mouth will claim what’s mine. I went there, didn’t I? I sure did. She’s not yours to claim so back the fuck up, Morris! When I go to stand, she places her hand on my arm, stopping me.

“Hey. I’m sorry I laughed, but you tried covering it up so fast it was hilarious. No worries, Boss Man. I know you’re just being kind and you’re not interested in me that way.” Oh, Willow, you have no idea. I have to remind myself that I’m the eldest one in the room and need to act my own age.

“Well, we’re even now,” she continues. “At least you made me forget the craptastic dress fitting. By the way, what were you doing there? I know it’s none of my business. You don’t need to answer.” No, I don’t. But I have nothing to hide.

“Nonsense. I was picking up a dress for my mother’s benefit gala. She hosts a yearly charity event forCystic Fibrosisawareness. It’s one of the largest events of the season.” Of course, I don’t bother mentioning that she does it for her granddaughter and the thousands of other children who have this dreaded disease.

“It sounds like your family is very kind with their time and money. Now I understand where your generosity comes from.” She’s quiet for a beat and then she continues. “Normally, I wouldn’t let anyone scare me off. And I don’t expect Beth to understand that the guys and I are just friends. All three of them are overprotective. It’s all good. They’ve all seen me at my best and worst.” Another pause, and when I’m ready to speak, she adds. “Okay, time to change the subject since we weren’t supposed to discuss it. Remember?”

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