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He closed the distance between us once again. My heart thundered against my ribs, but he didn’t even touch me.
He dipped his head so his lips were close to my ear. His exhale made my hair flutter, and he said in a low, sensual voice, “Oh, we’re not. We’re not even close to being done talking about this. If you didn’t want to talk about it, you shouldn’t have written that library scene.”
I inhaled sharply.
“That’s what I thought.” Max pushed away from me and met my gaze for one last time before he opened the front door and disappeared through it, letting it swing shut behind him.
I dropped back onto the sofa and buried my face in my hands. I couldn’t believe he’d read it. I couldn’t believe he’d connected all the dots or that I’d been so freaking obvious in what I’d written.
Sure, I’d have edited it out later and made everything a little less obvious. That’s what other drafts were for. The first draft was for brain-farting everything out, and that was what I’d been doing.
Oh, why’d I have to leave that laptop open? And why’d I have to write that sex scene before bed?
Stupid, stupid, stupid Ellie.
I groaned and leant back on the sofa. I fully believed him when he said we weren’t done talking about it, but I wasn’t sure what there wastotalk about. How was I supposed to explain it all?
Yes, oh great and handsome Duke of Windermere, youaremy muse, and I did leave your library last night thinking about snogging you against a bookshelf and banging you on the window seat overlooking your rose garden.
How the hell did anyone saythatand not sound like a complete and utter fucking weirdo?
I did the only thing a girl could do.
I texted my best friend.
ME: Code red
Megan’s reply was instantaneous.
Wasn’t she supposed to be working?
MEGAN: What did you do???
ME: Don’t you ever work?
MEGAN: You said code red. Would you like me to wait for lunch?
ME: No! I’m in so much trouble!!!!!!
MEGAN: Spill it. Now.
ME: Max is my muse and my setting is based on Windermere and Winston escaped this morning and he brought him back and read my manuscript. INCLUDING THE SEX SCENE.
MEGAN: SHUT UP.
MEGAN: Why would you let him read it?
ME: I DIDN’T LET HIM READ IT THAT’S THE PROBLEM
MEGAN: Remember your punctuation, dear.
ME: MEGAN
MEGAN: All right, all right. So he read it. How? Did you leave your laptop open?
ME: Yes. I opened it to work, realised Winston was on his jollies, and went to look for him. I didn’t even close the door which is probably why he came in to check.
MEGAN: Oh, dear. You’re in a right pickle.
