‘What have you been up to?’
‘Girl stuff,’ she said.
Will raised an eyebrow. ‘Am I supposed to be intrigued by that?’ he asked.
‘Nope,’ she said. ‘But it was fun.’
‘I’ll take your word for it.’
Rebecca moved her chair closer to Will’s and crossed her legs in the very short shorts.
‘Ah, can I order a decaffeinated coffee, please?’ he said to the young waiter before returning his attention to Rebecca. ‘I had agood research meeting this evening with Professor Watkins. He was really interested in my theories.’
Rebecca stretched, lengthening her legs and pushing her shoulders back and her chest out.
‘I think he’s going to give me an endorsement.’
‘That’s nice.’ She leaned forward, now hoping that the low-cut top might encourage him to look her way.
‘It would be amazing.’
The waiter returned with her coffee. ‘Actually, could I have a glass of wine too, please?’
Half an hour later, the wine had disappeared and she was on her second glass, which probably wasn’t sensible but she didn’t feel like being sensible, especially not when Will was still going on about the amazing Professor Watkins, who sounded like a dry old stick to her.
‘Do you think I look nice?’ she asked, emboldened by the wine, which really had gone to her head now. The world around her seemed very rosy.
‘You always look nice,’ said Will, his face twitching slightly.
‘I know but… you know… do you think I look sexy?’
Will stared at her. ‘What do you mean?’ He really did seem genuinely perplexed by the question and a little nervous as if he were worried about getting the answer wrong.
It was rather cute in a sort of boyish way. Will certainly wasn’t a player, and that had to be a good thing, but it would be wonderful if he found her as sexy as Felipe did.
She shimmied her naked shoulders. ‘You know, are you attracted to me? Do you think I’m… I’m beautiful?’
‘Of course I do.’ He gave a short, almost indulgent laugh. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. People don’t fly hundreds of miles for someone they don’t like.’
‘Nooo,’ she whispered, realising belatedly that everything was a bit fuzzy in her head. ‘But do you… do you fanshy me?’
‘Rebecca, are you a little bit tipsy?’
‘No. Yes. Maybe,’ she said.
‘I think you need another coffee,’ he said, moving her wine glass out of reach.
‘No, I don’t.’
‘Yes, you do, and now you’re getting argumentative. I think you might need to go to bed.’
Rebecca pouted and then smiled at him, leaning forward to kiss him. ‘I think we’re having our first argument.’
He took her arms and kissed her gently on her forehead. ‘No, we’re not because we don’t argue. Come on, I’ll walk you back to your room.’
‘Are you going to come in?’ she asked with a flirty smile, thinking of how Felipe had been unable to keep his hands off her the minute they stepped inside his apartment.
‘I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink. I’m not going to take advantage of you like this.’
