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Stubborn woman.
Well, I’m certainly not giving in.
Or will I?
Shit.
Sighing, I slide my phone onto the nightstand.
I try to fall asleep, but all I can think about is Willow. I keep reliving how fantastic her straddling me felt. And when my arms were around her, rubbing her back…damn.
But the saddest part is all the things that could have happened next, if only we weren’t so wounded and afraid.
Willow
The first thing I do when I get to work on Monday is swing by Hector’s cubicle.
“Hey.” I give him a little wave as he spins around in his chair to face me.
He looks surprised that I’m standing at the entrance of his workspace, so I say, “You’re not busy right now, are you? If so, I can always stop back later.”
“No, no.” He smiles as he adjusts his dark-frame glasses. “I was just immersed in a spreadsheet. You know how that goes.”
I nod. “Yeah I do, all too well.”
“So…” He pats his knees. “What’s up?”
Flicking a piece of lint off the arm of my beige suit jacket, I ask him, “Would you want to go to lunch today?”
His deep brown eyes light up. “Absolutely, yes. And, if you’re okay with me choosing, I know a great little bistro. It’s close, just right down the street, in fact. We can walk if you’re up for it.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” I nod down to my comfy canvas flats. “I skipped wearing heels today, so walking is fine.”
“Perfect.”
“Cool.”
I leave Hector and head over to my cubicle, where I settle in at my desk. I can hear him whistling softly. I notice he does that when he’s feeling really good about something. Like the other day when he found a big accounting mistake and all the bosses stopped by to praise him.
But damn, going to lunch with me can’t be as exciting as that, right?
Maybe it is to him?
Yikes, I’m going to have to tread carefully and not give him the wrong idea. Hector is a good-looking guy. He’s tall, dark, and handsome in a nerdy kind of way.
Iliketall, dark, and handsome, but in a more athletic kind of way—like Arden.
No, I have to get that man out of my head!
I was relieved when I didn’t hear from him yesterday, especially since it took all of my willpower not to call him…or send him our usual “good night” text.
But I stayed strong, like I’m doing now. Which is good, even though it’s making my heart hurt.
Sighing, I get to work on my computer, going over a multitude of spreadsheets, but my mind is somewhere else.
Time goes by, and still all I can think about is Arden.
And how it felt lying on top of him.
