WMIS 03 Play With Me (3 page)

“No,”
I giggle.

“Then
it’s not fine,” she responds smugly.

No,
it’s not fine, but it is what it is. I need to change this subject.

“You
should sing something,” Jules claps her hands and bounces in her seat.

“You
are all starting to kill this really great buzz I’ve got going on.”

“Sing!”
Jules demands.

“I
can barely talk. No singing. I haven’t sung in a long time anyway.”

“Okay,
then let’s dance.” Jules stands, and then wobbles. Nate pulls her in his lap,
laughing down at her.

“I
think it’s time I take you up to the room, baby.” She cups his face in her hand
and smiles up at him.

“Okay.
Can I have some orgasms?”

“I
think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.

“No
fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”

Dear
God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?

“Then
let’s go up to our room too, I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke kisses Nat’s
cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.

Jesus,
Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.

This
is crazy.

“I’m
out too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The room spins a
bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a deep breath.

“You’re
not driving are you?” Nate asks.

“I’ll
call a cab.”

“I’ll
take you home.” Will stands and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.

“You
drank too,” I remind him.

“I
had one beer. I’m fine.”

Oh.

“Really?”

“I’m
in the middle of a season, Meg, I can’t drink much.”

“What
kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m vaguely aware of
snickering happening around me but I’m too drunk to kick anyone’s ass.

“Football,”
he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.

“You
want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”

Will
laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football on Sunday.
With my team. Remember?”

“Oh,
yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my friends. “He’s
a big time football player. Did you know?”

Natalie
giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out with us again.”

“Dude,
you got her?” Caleb asks.

“Yeah,
I got her,” Will confirms.

“Who
you got?” I ask.

“You,
drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to
follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.

“Um,
Will?”

“Yeah?”

“I
lost my feet.”

“What?”
he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I
can’t find my feet.”

Why
is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!

“Okay,
I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and cradles me against
his chest.

“You
don’t have to carry me.”

“If
I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”

“I
thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head against his
shoulder. Hmm… he still smells good.

“Not
tonight.”

“I
think I’m drunk.”

“What
was your first clue?” he chuckles.

“Don’t
make me hurt you, Mungumry.”

“Yeah,
you scare me.”

* *
*

“What
kind of car is this?” I ask.

“It’s
a Shelby.”

“Is
Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out with a guy who
has a girlfriend!

“No,
this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”

“Oh.
Then who is your girlfriend?”

“I
don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Why
not?”

“No
time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.” He mutters
that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by that, he pulls up to
my townhouse.

“Thanks
for the ride.”

“You’re
welcome. Stay there.”

I
don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits really low to
the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.

Suddenly
the passenger door is open and Will is leaning inside, pulling me out of the
car. He gets me to stand, and then lifts me again.

“I
could probably walk now.”

“I
doubt it. Just don’t throw up on me, please.”

Well,
I didn’t feel like throwing up until he said something. Now my stomach is
rolling and I have that icky feeling in the back of my throat.

Fuck!

“Where
are your keys?” he asks.

“Handbag.”

“Do
you want me to get them?”

“Yes.”
Just breathe. Just breathe and you won’t throw up.

“Okay,
I’m going to stand you by the door. Just lean on the wall for a second.”

Is
he speaking English? I don’t understand him, all I can concentrate on is not
throwing up. He shuffles through my bag and produces my keys.

“This
one.” I point to the house key and he unlocks the door and scoops me up again,
carrying me inside.

“You
don’t have an alarm system?” he asks with a frown.

“No.”

“Why
not?” he demands.

“Too
expensive. Fuck, put me down.”

He
lowers me to the floor and as soon as my feet hit the ground I sprint to the
bathroom, and hurl about two bottles of tequila into the toilet.

It
never tastes as good coming up as it did going down.

Oh,
sweet Jesus, make it stop. My stomach convulses and shudders, and I feel a
sweat break out on my skin.

Suddenly
my hair is scooped back off my face and a cold cloth is pressed to the back of
my neck.

Fuck,
I forgot he was here. How mortifying.

“You
can go,” I mumble and rest my forehead on my arm, still cradling the toilet.

“I’ll
stay.” His voice is firm and maybe a little grim.

“I’m
okay, Will.”

“I’m
not leaving you like this, so shut it.” He gently lifts my head and presses
another cold cloth to my forehead, making me moan in delight.

“That
feels good.”

“I
know. Are you done throwing up?”

“I
think so.”

“Okay,
let’s get you in bed.”

“Hey!”
My head jerks up and I pin him with a glare. “You’re not getting me into bed.”

“Yeah,
I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no hanky panky.” He grins and I groan as another
wave of nausea hits. I’m suddenly bone-tired.

“Okay.”
I stand and he wraps an arm awkwardly around my waist. He’s just too tall for
his own good. “I’m fine, Will. The worst is over. You can go.”

He
glares down at me and wipes my face with the cool cloth. “I’ll make sure you’re
asleep before I leave.”

“Why?
I haven’t exactly been nice to you.”

“Because
I’m not an asshole, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”

I
frown at him, not understanding him at all. He opens the drawers in my dresser,
shuffling through clothes and socks, then turns to me with a scowl.

“Where
are your pajamas?”

“I
don’t wear pajamas.”

“So
what do you wear to bed?” he asks and plants his hands on his hips.

“Nothing.”

He
closes his eyes and exhales deeply, then searches through my drawers again
until he finds an old t-shirt and throws it at me. “Here, put this on.”

“Why?”

“Because
I’m climbing in that bed with you, and you can’t be naked or I
will
be
an asshole.” He looks almost angry.

“Turn
around,” I murmur. When he’s facing the other direction, I quickly unzip and
step out of my dress and pull the t-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing
panties, but the t-shirt is long enough that you can’t see so I don’t care. “I
don’t think I can take my sandals off without falling over.”

Will
turns to me and his eyes soften. “You look so young right now.”

“I’m
sure I look like shit, but okay. Sandals?”

“Sit.”
He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me into the bed. He
unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall off his shoulders and drapes it on my desk
chair. Holy muscled body, Batman.

“Your
place is nice,” he mutters.

“Hmm.”
I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a mostly-naked Will. I hear
the zipper of his pants and the rustling of him stepping out of them, and then
the bed dips as he crawls in beside me. He turns me away from him, and pulls my
back against his front.

“Sleep.”

“Why
are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go, but damn if
this doesn’t feel good.

“I
don’t know,” he whispers.

* *
*

~Will~

She
instantly falls asleep, tucked against me, her breath slow and even. Why am I
still here? Good question. I got her home and in bed safely, she’ll just sleep
it off and be fine in the morning, albeit a bit hung over. But lying here with
her feels right, and for the first time in a long, long time I feel protective
over a woman that I’m not related to.

She’s
different. She doesn’t care about my job or my family connections.

And
she told me no. That was new.

I
smile and kiss the top of her head, enjoying the smell of peppermint in her
hair and the way her soft hair feels against my nose. She sighs deeply and
wiggles against me, pushing that tight, round ass against my groin. Her t-shirt
rides up and I can feel her ass.

Her
warm, naked ass.

Fuck
me.

This
little hazel-eyed woman has a body made for sex, a sharp wit and a killer
smile. The dimple in her right cheek is fucking adorable. It’s too bad for me
that she’s forever frowning at me.

I
wonder what it will take to make her smile more, and trust me. Because I’ve got
to see her again.

Meg
whimpers softly and turns in my arms, burrows her face against my chest and
wraps her arm around my waist, hanging on tight. I brush her hair off her cheek
and kiss her forehead before falling asleep myself.

Hell
yes, I’ll see her again.

Chapter
Three

Two
weeks later

“Meg,
there’s a call for you on extension forty-six hundred.”

“Okay,
Jill, thanks.” I set the chart I’ve been documenting medication doses into in
its slot at the nurses’ station and pick up the phone.

“This
is Meg.”

“Megan
McBride?” a polite female voice asks.

“Yes,
can I help you?”

“I
hope so. This is Susan Jones. I’m with the Seattle football public relations
office.”

Oh,
hell.
My stomach flips over and my upper lip begins to sweat.

“Hello.”

“I’m
calling on behalf of Will Montgomery. He would like to accept your invitation
to come up to your department at Children’s and meet your staff and patients.”

I
rub my forehead with my fingertips and bite my lip. “Okay. I can make
arrangements for that.”

“Great.
He’d like to come up on Wednesday.”

“Of
this week?” My voice is much squeakier than normal, but I can’t help it. He
wants to come to my job in two days?

“That’s
right.”

I
sigh in resignation. The kids will be so excited; there’s no way I can say no.

“Okay,
what time?”

“Around
one O’clock?”

“Okay,
we’ll be expecting him.”

I
hang up and stare at the phone.
Fuck me.
Will Montgomery is coming here
in two days. It’s been two weeks since the moment in the restroom. Since my
colossally embarrassing drunk display.

Since
waking up the next morning, naked, in my empty bed.

I
really need to ask him how the hell I ended up naked. If my blurry memory
serves, I climbed in bed in a t-shirt.

And
then, to cap off an incredibly confusing evening, Will had my car delivered to
my townhouse the next morning so I didn’t have to take a cab to go collect it
from the hotel.