WMIS 03 Play With Me (2 page)

“Oh,
we will.” Alecia laughs and walks away, consulting her iPad.

“God,
I love that woman.” Jules exhales and smoothes her hands down her floaty red
chiffon strapless dress.

“She’s
amazing,” Nat agrees.

“Who
is she?” I ask.

“Party
planner,” Jules replies. “I found her when I hosted Nat’s baby shower a few
months ago. She’s also doing the wedding. She’s a genius.”

“She’s
my fucking hero,” Will grumbles and follows after Alecia. “I’m starving.”

“You’re
always starving!” Jules yells after him and laughs.

* *
*

How
I ended up at Will’s table is a mystery to me. In fact, I’m sitting with all of
Jules’ impossibly handsome brothers, a sweet woman named Brynna, and Jules’
sister-in-law, Stacy, who is lovely and very pregnant.  Like, pop any day
pregnant.

Everyone
is laughing, joking with each other, and they all look incredible.

Why
the hell didn’t I bring a date? Most likely because the last time I went out on
a date a tsunami hit Japan.

Pathetic.

“So,
Megan, what do you do?” Jules’ brother Matt asks me.

“I’m
a charge nurse at Seattle Children’s Hospital.”

“What
department?” he asks and cuts into his steak.

“I
work with teens on the cancer care floor.” I take a bite of roasted potato and
a sip of wine. I’m going to need more of this.

“How
long have you done that?” Matt asks and I notice Will scowl. What the hell is
his problem?

“I’ve
been a nurse for about six years, in this position for two.”

Matt
fills my wine glass and offers me a kind smile and I find myself returning it.

“You’re
young to have such an important job,” Will comments kindly, but I roll my eyes
and ignore him, earning another glare from him.

“So,
if Stacy goes into labor, you can save the day,” Caleb suggests and we all
giggle.

“No,
I’m not an O.B. nurse. But I can call an ambulance,” I respond.

Stacy
rubs her belly and grins. “It’s okay, guys, we still have about a month to go.”

Isaac
leans down and kisses his wife’s cheek and whispers something in her ear,
making her grin.

These
men are all seriously charming. Jules and her family’s gene pool is impressive.

Matt
pours me another glass of wine and I immediately sip it, pushing my plate
aside. I’m too nervous to eat anyway.

In
the middle of a conversation with Stacy I realize I’m beginning to feel a bit
light headed, so I excuse myself and head to the bathroom to press a cold cloth
on my forehead and refresh my lip gloss.

“Meg,
wait up.”

Shit.

I
try to make it into the ladies room ahead of him, but Will just follows me in
and locks the door.

“What
the hell are you doing?” I ask him with an eyebrow raised.

“You
don’t like me very much, do you?” He leans his tall, six foot four frame
against the door and crosses his arms over his chest. He took his suit jacket
off long ago, leaving him in a pink –
pink –
dress shirt that looks
surprisingly hot on him, with no tie and black slacks. The sleeves are rolled
up, showing off muscular forearms. His dark blonde hair is overlong and messy,
and his blue eyes are running up and down my body before landing on mine.

“I
don’t know you well enough to like or dislike you.”

“I
call bullshit,” he says calmly.

“It
doesn’t matter.” I shrug and turn to the sink to wash my hands and apply my lip
gloss, while Will’s eyes never leave me.

“What?”
I ask and turn around.

“Why
don’t you just tell me what I did to piss you off so I can go ahead and hit on
you?”

I
burst out laughing, making him scowl, which makes me laugh even harder.

“You
really are an arrogant asshole, aren’t you?”

“No,
I’m not.” He’s dead serious, not finding this situation funny at all.

“Yeah,
you are. I don’t want you to hit on me.”

He
shrugs as if what I want is of no consequence. “I’m not an asshole, Meg. What
did I do to offend you so much?”

I
stop laughing and clear my throat, and take a moment to just really look at
him. He looks sincere. But I will never get the looks of disappointment in my
patients’ eyes out of my head.

“It
doesn’t matter,” I repeat.

Will
pushes himself off the door and crosses to me, pinning me against the bathroom
counter, his hands resting on the granite on either side of me at my hip. He
doesn’t touch me, but leans in so his nose is just about twelve inches from
mine.

“It
does matter,” he murmurs.

“Why?”
My heartbeat has just gone into overdrive and oh, God, he smells so good. I’m
blaming my fuzzy head on the over-abundance of wine I’ve consumed with very
little food.

“I
need you to tell me what I did to piss you off so I can apologize.” He leans
back, just a few inches, and his eyes travel down my body leisurely. I can feel
the heat from his gaze and I feel my skin warm. His eyes travel back up to my
face and he pins me with his hot blue gaze. “You look amazing in this little
dress with your heels and your auburn hair all curly and messy around your
sweet face.”

“Um…”
What was the question?

“Tell
me.” He insists.

“Tell
you what?” I whisper.

He
grins and whispers back, “What I did to piss you off, Meg.”

“I’ve
repeatedly sent messages to your PR people for the past two years asking for
you and your team to come up and see my kids. Every request has been shot down,
saying that you’re not interested.”

He
frowns and slightly shakes his head. “I’ve never received anything from PR
about going to Children’s.”

“Right,”
I respond sarcastically and try to pull back so I can’t smell his musky scent.
It’s doing things to me.

I
want to lick his neck.

“I’m
not lying. They field a lot of requests for me. It was never passed on to me.”

Oh.

Well,
crap.

“Why
didn’t you just have Jules talk to me about it? Or get my number from her?”

“Right,”
I snort. “First, she’s my friend and I’m not going to use her for stuff like
that, and second, why would I call you? I don’t know you.”

Will
smiles softly and raises a hand to my face, tips my chin up with his
forefinger, making me look him in the eye. He’s so tall, he towers over me, but
he’s leaning down to me. His bright blue eyes watch me lick my lips and when I
bite my lower lip he inhales sharply and pins my dark eyes in his gaze.

His
hand lightly cups my jaw and he raises his other hand to lightly brush my hair
back off my shoulder, and I am just lost in his eyes. I can’t move. I should
push him away. I don’t do this. I don’t let strange men touch me in public
restrooms while their entire family sits outside chatting and laughing and
eating.

But
I can’t look away.

He
lowers his face to mine, brushes my lips ever so gently, smiles down at me in
that cocky way that he’s known for, and sinks into me, burying his hands in my
hair, holding my face so he can move his mouth against mine.

Holy
shit, he’s good at this kissing stuff. His lips are soft, yet firm, and that
somehow makes perfect sense to me. They move with precision and purpose, across
my lips and back again. I moan and wrap my arms around his waist, lean into
him, and Will groans against me and suddenly this kiss has turned into not just
want, but need. His tongue invades my mouth, twirling and dancing with my own.
I reach up, wrap my arms around his neck and twist my fingers into his
gloriously soft hair and practically climb up him, trying to get closer.

Finally,
he cups my ass in his large hands and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his
waist and before I know it, my back is braced against the door, Will is leaning
on me, keeping me firmly in place, and is still kissing the shit out of me.

Holy
fuck this man can kiss.

“God,
you’re sweet,” he murmurs and nibbles and kisses his way across my jawline to
my ear and down my neck. “We could have a lot of fun together, baby.”

Baby?
And just as if
I’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water, I come to my senses. I’m about to
get it on in a public restroom – ew! – with Will Montgomery.

No!

“Stop,”
I demand, my voice firm.

Chapter
Two

“You
don’t want me to stop.”

He
pushes his pelvis against my center and I bite my lip to stop the moan that
wants to come from my throat.

“I
said stop, Will.”

He
pulls back and looks me in the eye, panting, his eyes narrowed. He shakes his
head as if he’s clearing it and gently lowers me to the floor. My knees almost
buckle beneath me, and he steadies me, his hands on my shoulders.

“What’s
wrong?” he asks.

“I’m
not doing this with you. Ever.”

He
steps back, runs those fantastic hands through his hair, takes a deep breath
and clenches his eyes shut. “Okay.” He swallows hard. “I’m sorry. I thought you
were interested.”

“Let’s
get something straight right now. I’m not some stupid sports groupie who’s
dying to get into your pants and I’m not your
baby.”
God, I hate being
called that.

“I
apologize again, for the misunderstanding regarding my PR people, and for
this.” His voice is steady now, his breathing under control and he shoves his
hands into his pockets.
Wow, he’s handsome.

I
lick my lips, still tasting him on me.

“If
you’ll step aside, I’ll leave you alone.” I suddenly hate this polite coldness
I’m getting from him. I wish he’d take me in his arms again and kiss me, and I
hate
myself
just a little for it.

Maybe
he’s not as bad as I thought, but he’s not for me.

I
quickly move out of his way, and he unlocks the restroom door. Before he opens
it, he looks back at me and offers me a half grin, winks, and leaves me alone.

My
eyes find my own in the mirror. They’re a bit glassy from too much wine and
lust. My hair is just a bit messy, but I styled it that way to begin with, so
no biggie. Aside from my lip gloss having been kissed off, I look the same as I
did when I walked in here.

So
why does it feel like everything is about to change?

* *
*

“Okay,
what are we drinking to this time?” I ask and look around the table at my
friends and their men. All of the parents left the party a few hours ago, and
all that’s left are Jules and Nate, Natalie and Luke, Stacy and Isaac, Brynna,
Matt, Caleb and Will. All of the other guests have gone home, leaving the
eleven of us to drink shots and laugh and catch up.

I
haven’t had this much fun in a long time.

If
I drink this next shot, I just might forget the escapade in the bathroom with
Will.

Maybe.

Probably
not.

Speaking
of Will, he keeps watching me, sipping a beer, quiet. But I ignore him and lift
another shot of tequila in the air. So far, we’ve toasted babies, rock and
roll, tattoos, shopping, and shopping again.

“Here’s
to orgasms, and the three I’m going to have tonight!” Natalie exclaims, earning
fits of giggles from the rest of us girls while the boys – all except for Luke
– grumble about TMI.

“To
orgasms!” we all concur and slam the shot.

I
stopped using the training wheels of lime and salt three shots ago.

I
glance back over at Will, who’s now in a deep conversation with his brother
Caleb, and despite my clearly drunk state, my thighs clench just at the sight
of him. Geez. He’s all broad shoulders and muscles and blue eyes and his shaggy
dark blonde hair is all messy from his fingers, and mine, and I want to give it
a good tug.

I
should have done him in the bathroom.

Stop
it!
That’s just drunk and horny Meg talking.

“So,
Meg,” Jules slurs as she leans over toward me and plops her arm around my shoulders.
“Why are you still single, my beautiful friend?”

“Because
my job is my relationship, my equally as beautiful friend.”

“That
sucks.”

“It’s
fine.” I wave her off and take a sip of my fifth margarita. Damn, I really
should have eaten more at dinner.

“Does
your job give you orgasms?” Natalie asks as she crawls into Luke’s lap.