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That my pants do indeed need to come down...soon.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Khloe
MY LEG MIGHT be hurting, but that’s not the only part of my body that’s throbbing. Okay, so I might not really like rich guys who say and do what they like—ones who make their help wear revealing costumes—but I can appreciate his hard body and lean muscles as he runs to the house like I’m a light weight in his arms. Trust me, I’m not. And Will has been kind to me, even depriving himself of sleep to watch over me.
I press against him and breathe in the scent of his skin as he opens the door and carries me down the long hall to his bedroom. He sets me on his big comfy bed and steps bac
k, studying my face. A thoughtful, concerned look backlights those gorgeous blue eyes.
“How are you feeling?”
I give an exaggerated exhale to hide my arousal. “Like I really pissed someone off in a past life.”
He laughs and sinks to his knees. “No dizziness or nausea? Do you feel like you’re going to be sick?”
I slap one hand to my forehead. “Please tell me that’s not going to happen again.”
His big fingers circle my wrist, firmly removing my hand from my face to place at my side. “No, you’ll feel sick to your stomach only if you’re having a severe reaction.” He cocks his head. “No abdominal pain, numbness or tingling, muscle spasms, or breathing troubles?”
Well, I am having a bit of trouble breathing, but I think it’s from the strong and steady way he moved my hand to my side. Would he move me around like that in bed? I’m a take-charge kind of girl, so I have no idea why the idea of surrendering my needs to Will arouses me so much.
“No, I’m good,” I push past my lips.
He takes my leg in his hand to examine it, and I suck in a fast breath. His gaze shoots to mine.
“Am I hurting you?”
“I’m good,” I lie, as he gently holds my thigh. Honest to God, his touch is one thing, but his current position on the floor—between my spread legs—is something else altogether.
“Don’t you think I should go to a doctor?” I croak out, trying to get my focus on something other than how good his touch feels.
“If you’re not experiencing any of those symptoms, I say no. For the next twenty-four hours I’m going to have to watch you for signs of a serious reaction, though.”
“I’m not going to keep you up all night again, Will.”
“I don’t mind you keeping me up all night.”
His head is dipped, and I can’t see his face, can’t tell if he’s teasing or not. But when he says things like that, and things like he doesn’t mind putting out, my thoughts go off in an inappropriate direction, and damn the flush crawling up my neck and warming me all over.
“We’ll worry about that later, okay?” he says, “Right now, we have to clean this and spray it with vinegar.”
I crinkle my nose. “Vinegar? Are you kidding me?”
“Do I look like the kind of guy who would kid in a situation like this?
I lift my chin an inch. “I don’t really know you that well.”
“Then you’re just going to have to trust me on that.”
“I don’t trust anyone.” Working at a cutthroat magazine like Starlight is enough to make anyone jaded. And I can’t forget my ex promised to love me forever. Look how that turned out.
“Makes two of us,” he says quickly. “But I do know what I’m doing?”
“You’ve been stung?”
He nods.
