I break apart around him. Not for the first time since we started this, not for the last time before we finish it. My hands drop from the showerhead to his neck. Will’s movements never cease, drawing it all out.
“Good,” he finishes.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
If you put me under threat, I couldn’t tell you a single other thing about our time in Barcelona.
It’s lost on me.
I think the visit at the Spanish supplier goes well.
In Bangalore, all I’m able to commit to memory is the shape of Will’s dimples when I ask if he wants to cancel his hotel room. The way our wrinkled sheets look against the morning light. The particular graininess of his voice when he whispers, against my ear and chest and stomach. The pleasure he yanks from my body. Again. Again. The delicious aroma of Indian takeout we have delivered because this time,neitherof us wants to leave the room.
My body never really calms down for him. It’s like a test he’s prepared to fail every day, a test he’s flabbergasted he gets better at every time.
“I don’t understand,” he mumbles against my shoulder one day in Bangalore, just as I orgasm the very second he enters my body. “And I never want to.”
We visit a dye house, a garment factory, two more suppliers. All in great shape, all of whom pass my litmus test.
Will asked me to remember what it’s like to be with him—
Which means everything else is forgettable.
CHAPTER THIRTY
With the trip over and a pile of unread emails to sift through thanks to a) Camila locking me out of my account and b) my recent sexual reawakening, Ishouldn’thave time to overthink the realities of what happened between Will and me.
Ishouldn’thave lain awake the first night missing his warmth.
Ishouldn’thave checked my phone for signs of him like a teenage girl.
The minute he left my presence at the Atlanta airport, headed back to New York, with a caress against the back of my neck and a half-growledSee you soonagainst my ear, I should’ve recalibrated to focus solely on work.
That’s the agreement I made with myself:You can have him in doses if he doesn’t distract you the rest of the time.
But it’s been two days, and it’s obvious that’s just not fucking happening.
The weather outside is too nice. Sales are going too well. Theinterns are laughing at one another’s desks. My body feels more unwound than it has in years.
Right now, everything is good.
I try to tell myself that doesn’t mean a shoe is about to drop.
Camila appears at my door with a wolfish grin. “You look fucked!” she says.
“Camila Sanchez!”I hiss.
She cackles, shutting the door to my office. Like a little gremlin, she tiptoes closer. “Holy cow, look at that glow on your face. Was it good?”
“How did you know—”
She slaps both of her palms on my desk, her grin growing. “I know you canceled one of the hotel rooms in Bangalore.”
“How?!”
“I bribed Reese from Accounting to keep me apprised of your corporate credit card charges.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Bribed how?”
