Folding his arms across his chest, Will sits back in his stool and watches me eat. His actions should freak me out, but weirdly, they don’t.
“And I have yet to meet a girl who can finish inside ten minutes.”
The second he stops speaking, Will’s eyes grow wide, and I have to slam a palm over my mouth to prevent him from seeing what’s currently in there.
“I mean … finish eating inside ten minutes, not …” Will gives up on his explanation, only digging himself deeper as we both laugh so hard that I have to grab a napkin from the center of the island and spit my mouthful into it.
“Holy shit!” he declares. “If a girl was struggling to come after five minutes of my tongue, I’d be fucking devastated.”
I drop my fork to the plate with a clatter.
“What?” he asks, no doubt picking up on the devastation written right across my face.
I scoff. “Does the wordboundariesmean anything to you at all?”
I don’t miss the tinge of pink as it creeps across his cheekbones.
“TMI, William. Way too much information.”
He clicks his tongue and shifts his plate out of the way, gazing at me intently.
It’s obvious that he’s doubling down, and I’m so tempted to remind him that this is, in fact, a professional meeting and not a social one.
Still, I can’t help my curiosity to find out what he’ll say next.
“That actually kind of surprises me, Drew.”
I balk. “Why?”
He shrugs. “The other day, when you were talking about frat parties and waking up in random beds, it sounded like you were speaking from experience.”
If I wasn’t red before, then I definitely am now.
How is it that every work meeting with this guy descends into chaos?
Oh yeah, because it’s Will.
Picking up my fork, I take a bite of potato and buy myself a few seconds of thinking time. I figured my overshare the other day had gone unnoticed, but clearly, Will was listening to more than I thought.
“Contrary to popular belief,” I confirm on a swallow, “I am capable of having fun when I feel like it.”
Will’s lips tip into a devilish grin. “Drew Callaghan … were you a player in college?”
I chew around a piece of lobster tail, memories of my senior year still very clear. “There were a couple of guys. One was a football player, who I hope will never require a publicist.”
Will picks up his water glass. This is the most invested I’ve seen him all night, but he also looks lighter and back to his normal self, and I’ll take that bright smile any day.
“You can’t drop bombs on me like that and then not tell me who they were.”
I shake my head and set my fork back down on the plate. “He’s playing pro now, and I think he just got engaged, so I probably shouldn’t say.”
Will drums his fingers on the countertop impatiently. “But we have a two-way NDA in place, no?”
I nod. “We do. Although it doesn’t extend to personal matters.”
He huffs out a breath. “Jamie Rose.”
I shake my head. “No, and he’s really not my type. He also didn’t go to my college.”
