Drew melts into the kiss, throwing her arms around my neck. “Make me, Hotshot.”
I growl because this woman makes me all kinds of crazy. “Fine. Have it your way.”
Throwing her over my shoulder, I slap her ass and make her squeal as a preview of later tonight.
“Now hold still,” I command, stalking toward the elevator. “The time to writhe around is when you’re beneath me and I’m fucking you senseless for being a disobedient rulebreaker.”
32
. . .
Drew
The sound of my phone pinging on the nightstand causes me to roll over in Will’s bed.
Eyes still closed—because I’m not a morning enthusiast after I was kept awake all night—I stretch my fingers across the mattress and find nothing but bedsheets.
Feeling lonely, I reluctantly crack an eyelid. Sure enough, the only part of Will left in the bedroom is his woodsy cologne on the pillows.
“Will?” I pathetically call out. “I need coffee to function.”
At first, I’m met with nothing but silence until the faintest sound of music filters from beneath the closed bedroom door.
“Will?” I try again, voice still just as pathetic as before.
With no answer, I roll the other way in bed and grab my cell from the charging pad, smiling when I read Mom’s sarcastic message.
Mom
So, apparently, I have this 21-year-old beautiful daughter named Drew. Have you seen her anywhere?
She’s right. We’ve barely seen each other in weeks, and that isn’t like me. I’m the biggest homebody in Seattle.
Me
She’s still here, just insanely busy with work and life. I’m sorry.
Mom
All will be forgiven with a meal at our favorite Mexican place tonight. Shall I book a table?
I wince, knowing I can’t make it and how disappointed she’ll be.
Me
I’m actually meeting a friend for dinner tonight. She needs some girl advice, and I can’t let her down.
Mom
When can you fit me into your busy schedule? I feel like since you’ve been working with Will, we’ve hardly seen each other. Remember to take a break, Drew. You can’t pour from an empty cup.
If only she knew how busy Will has been keeping me. At some point, I know I need to tell her everything. Today isn’t that day.
In truth, I need to talk to a lot of people about what’s going on since the hookup arrangement is now so much more.
Last night, he asked me to be his girlfriend—or at least, he made his feelings really freaking clear.
Colton deserves my full disclosure, and if that means stepping back from being Will’s publicist, then I need to bite the bullet and come clean.
