Page 14 of Play For Me
“I just realized I don’t even know your name,” she says, stopping when we get to the front door and looking at me curiously.
“Wilbert. But you can call me Willy,” I say, trying my damnedest to keep a straight face when she looks so confused.
“Willy? Your name is Willy?”
“Yep.” I bite the inside of my cheek as she struggles to be polite.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then, Willy.” I break out into a grin and laugh when she gives me the evil eye.
“Your name is not Wilbert, is it?” She mutters under her breath.
“Hell no, it’s not Wilbert. Do I look like a Willy to you?”
“You are such an ass,” she laughs and swats my chest. I grab her hand and keep it on my chest.
“Miles. My name is Miles,” I say, turning serious. Her hand fits perfectly into mine and feels soft against my skin. Just this hand contact sends jolts through my body, and I can tell by her face that she feels them too.
“Miles,” she repeats softly. The sound of my name on her lips has me craving more. I back her up to the door and brace my hand above her head, searching for any sign that she doesn’t want this as much as I do. I just need one taste…one kiss to know what she feels like. To test this power, she already has over me.
I slowly lower my head, and when I see her eyes slowly close and those beautiful lips part, I feel my body respond withsuch a force that it takes everything in me to hold back and go slow.
“Hey boss, do you…sorry. I didn’t know you were with someone,” I hear one of my workers say from the back door.
“Fuck,” I groan softly, mere seconds from getting what I want. They couldn’t have extended their lunch break an extra ten fucking minutes?
“I…I should be going,” she hurriedly fumbles with the door, and I step back as she opens it. “Thanks for the, um, opportunity. I’ll get to work on the orders this week for you.” She waves goodbye and is hightailing it out of here before I can even get a word in.
Sighing, I run an aggressive hand through my hair and watch her red jeep race down the hill. I stay out there until I no longer see anything but a billow of dust. Turning, I head back inside, trying to convince myself of all the reasons why murdering one of my workers wouldn’t be a good idea.
“Where are you going,looking so nice?” Savi walks in the house just as I’m grabbing my keys from off the counter.
“Just out to dinner with a friend.” Even just saying the words doesn’t feel right. I have no intention of beingjust a friendto Olivia, but for now, I’ll take what I can get.
When I texted her last night after our almost-kiss, I had doubts that she would still go today, but she surprised me by saying she was still coming. She also mentioned we could make it a work dinner and finalize what she put together after our meeting. I pretended I didn’t hear that part.
“A friend.” She looks at me with questions brimming in her eyes. “Is this a boy or a girl type offriend?”
“Does it matter? I’m just going to grab a bite to eat.”
“You don’t wear your nice pants and lucky t-shirt to hangout with the boys, and you don’t take girls to dinner.” She hops on the counter and starts swinging her legs.
“You are on a need-to-know basis, and right now, you don’t need to know.” I chuckle at her frustrated grin. I don’t know where this is headed, and I’m not ready to share just yet. I’m in unknown territory and figuring things out as I go. Usually, I go to the bar, find some willing company for the night, and move on.
This has felt different from the beginning, and I’m not sure what to make of it. I need to process it myself first before my whole family gets their noses in my business.
“Gizmo is all fed, but can you take him out for me before you go to bed?” I look down at him, and he immediately flips over onto his back, giving me a hopeful look as his eye excitedly watches me upside down.
Bending down, I scratch his belly and am rewarded with a contented snort. I still haven’t decided if I’m actually keeping him, but for now, I agreed to foster him for a bit. When it came down to it, I didn’t have the heart to send him back to the shelter.
“Of course. He can snuggle with me until you get home. Unless you aren’t coming home tonight?” Her eyebrow arches as she fishes for information.
“Like I said, she’s just a friend,” I say, not falling for it.
“I love her already. She’s making you work for it, and you never have to do that. It’s nice to see you sweat a little,” she grins.
“It’s not my fault I was born looking like this and blessed with skills in the bedroom.” My lips twitch when she rolls her eyes.
“Maybe I should go with you so you don’t blow it.”
