Part 3 (1/2)

”Because I'm climbing in that bed with you, and you can't be naked or I will be an a.s.shole.” He looks almost angry.

”Turn around,” I murmur. When he's facing the other direction, I quickly unzip and step out of my dress and pull the t-s.h.i.+rt over my head. I'm not wearing panties, but the t-s.h.i.+rt is long enough that you can't see so I don't care. ”I don't think I can take my sandals off without falling over.”

Will turns to me and his eyes soften. ”You look so young right now.”

”I'm sure I look like s.h.i.+t, but okay. Sandals?”

”Sit.” He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me into the bed. He unb.u.t.tons his s.h.i.+rt, lets it fall off his shoulders and drapes it on my desk chair. Holy muscled body, Batman.

”Your place is nice,” he mutters.

”Hmm.” I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a mostly-naked Will. I hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of him stepping out of them, and then the bed dips as he crawls in beside me. He turns me away from him, and pulls my back against his front.

”Sleep.”

”Why are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go, but d.a.m.n if this doesn't feel good.

”I don't know,” he whispers.

~Will~ She instantly falls asleep, tucked against me, her breath slow and even. Why am I still here? Good question. I got her home and in bed safely, she'll just sleep it off and be fine in the morning, albeit a bit hung over. But lying here with her feels right, and for the first time in a long, long time I feel protective over a woman that I'm not related to.

She's different. She doesn't care about my job or my family connections.

And she told me no. That was new.

I smile and kiss the top of her head, enjoying the smell of peppermint in her hair and the way her soft hair feels against my nose. She sighs deeply and wiggles against me, pus.h.i.+ng that tight, round a.s.s against my groin. Her t-s.h.i.+rt rides up and I can feel her a.s.s.

Her warm, naked a.s.s.

f.u.c.k me.

This little hazel-eyed woman has a body made for s.e.x, a sharp wit and a killer smile. The dimple in her right cheek is f.u.c.king adorable. It's too bad for me that she's forever frowning at me.

I wonder what it will take to make her smile more, and trust me. Because I've got to see her again.

Meg whimpers softly and turns in my arms, burrows her face against my chest and wraps her arm around my waist, hanging on tight. I brush her hair off her cheek and kiss her forehead before falling asleep myself.

h.e.l.l yes, I'll see her again.

Chapter Three.

Two weeks later ”Meg, there's a call for you on extension forty-six hundred.”

”Okay, Jill, thanks.” I set the chart I've been doc.u.menting medication doses into in its slot at the nurses' station and pick up the phone.

”This is Meg.”

”Megan McBride?” a polite female voice asks.

”Yes, can I help you?”

”I hope so. This is Susan Jones. I'm with the Seattle football public relations office.”

Oh, h.e.l.l. My stomach flips over and my upper lip begins to sweat.

”h.e.l.lo.”

”I'm calling on behalf of Will Montgomery. He would like to accept your invitation to come up to your department at Children's and meet your staff and patients.”

I rub my forehead with my fingertips and bite my lip. ”Okay. I can make arrangements for that.”

”Great. He'd like to come up on Wednesday.”

”Of this week?” My voice is much squeakier than normal, but I can't help it. He wants to come to my job in two days?

”That's right.”

I sigh in resignation. The kids will be so excited; there's no way I can say no.

”Okay, what time?”

”Around one O'clock?”

”Okay, we'll be expecting him.”

I hang up and stare at the phone. f.u.c.k me. Will Montgomery is coming here in two days. It's been two weeks since the moment in the restroom. Since my colossally embarra.s.sing drunk display.

Since waking up the next morning, naked, in my empty bed.

I really need to ask him how the h.e.l.l I ended up naked. If my blurry memory serves, I climbed in bed in a t-s.h.i.+rt.

And then, to cap off an incredibly confusing evening, Will had my car delivered to my townhouse the next morning so I didn't have to take a cab to go collect it from the hotel.

Sweet? Maybe.

Yet, not a word from him since then. Of course, he's a busy professional football player, and it's football season, and maybe he's just not interested in me after the way I laid the b.i.t.c.h-act on.

I couldn't blame him if that were the case. Not to mention, I did make it clear that I would never, ever be intimate with him.

I'm an idiot.

And now he wants to come to my job and meet my patients. It's probably just a ploy to get some publicity. He'll undoubtedly bring some press with him, have his photo taken with sick kids, and it'll make him look great on Channel 7 News.

Arrogant a.s.s.