The way he says it makes my heart—and panties—melt.
“I know.”
“Do you like Tristan?”
I shake my head. “No. He gave me a ride home to be kind, and that was it.”
“Are you seeing anyone else?”
Will fires the questions at me, and I continue shaking my head. This boy is so freaking intense—and every bit his dad’s son. So many times, Kate has talked about how Jensen pursued her relentlessly until she gave in and dated him.
I wonder how many women Will has made swoon like this until he finally had them exactly where he wanted—between the sheets and screaming his name.
Heat pools in my core. I know he’d be good in bed—better than good. It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve been with anyone. In fact, the last person was Paul.
“You’re killing me here.”
I reach across the car and pat his shoulder lightly. “Get a grip on yourself, Hotshot. I’m not seeing anyone, and even if I were, there are plenty more fish in the ocean for you.”
His face contorts, and I hate myself for saying it too. But this is our reality—we’re not supposed to be together. Whether it’s for a single night or a few fun dates. The universe and our lives are both telling us no.
“Is it because you know I’d rock your world and spoil you for all other guys?”
I scoff and almost choke on my own breath. “Only you, Will. Only you could say something like that to your publicist and get away with it.”
Bratty attitude on full display, he leans across the center section, woodsy cologne hitting me from all angles. “Only because I’m your favorite client.”
With him this close, I struggle to process thoughts, let alone form words.
After a second, I find my voice, although it’s labored as I say, “In your dreams, maybe.”
He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
Abort. Immediately.
“I have dreamed about you, Drew. And each of those times, I wasdefinitelyyour favorite.”
I should swipe his hand away and set clear boundaries.
That’s exactly what I should do.
“Can you imagine how my dad would react if he found out that we were …” I trail off, struggling to find the right words to describe something I want to do so badly.
Will breathes out, and it tickles my face. Instinctively, my tongue swipes across my bottom lip. He tastes as good as he smells. I knew he would.
“But he thinks you’re still a virgin, so why would he ever suspect you of sleeping with his forward?”
“Will,” I warn.
“Drew,” he volleys back.
“I stand by what I said earlier—we need some time apart. Things have been really intense lately, and while you’re playing well, the start of your career with the Rogues has been rocky in other ways. You need some time to bond with your teammates, and I need …”
What do I need?
“What do you need, Baby?”
I release his grip on my chin. “I need to focus on my own career, and you need to stop calling me that nickname.”
