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Yeah, that’s not happening. I accept the menus with a smile. When Angie looks over at me, confused, I shrug.
“I think I’ve had a bit too much mulled cider to drive back tonight. We’ll find somewhere to stay and head back tomorrow.”
Angela
Tim glances up from his menu to where I’m staring at him. “What?”
I fidget with my menu. “Uh, should we check in with Bill? He might expect us back.”
Tim blinks at me and nods, tilting his head to the side. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Did you want to call him while I order?”
But… he said…. I chew on my lower lip, still fidgeting with my menu, and Tim frowns at me again. “What’s up?”
I sigh, pressing my fingers together and blushing, my voice coming out a mere whisper. “Bill said I wasn’t allowed to turn my phone on while we were in Oxford.”
It sounds silly when I say it aloud, but he was pretty adamant. Tim stares at me, nonplussed.
“He said something about learning to get lost in the moment.”
I glare at Tim where he’s struggling not to laugh, his lips pressed together, but twitching. Excuse me. He has no right to laugh at me. Do I need to reminder him that he does whatever Bill tells him to as well?
Pulling his phone out, Tim dials Bill’s number and leans in close to me so I can hear the phone too.
“Tim, how’s Oxford?” Bill barks down the line, and Tim’s smile breaks through.
“Memorable. We got caught up at the pub, so we’ll stay here tonight and head back tomorrow.”
“No rush,” Bill replies, to my surprise. “Tell Angie that everything is under control here and I’m doing fine without her.”
Uh, rude much? I roll my eyes at the phone and Tim presses his lips together again, to swallow a chuckle.
“I will,” he answers easily, ringing off. “See, he’s fine with it.”
Dropping his phone onto the table, Tim’s hands slide up my sides and he leans down to kiss me hungrily.
“I can’t fucking wait to wake up with you in my arms tomorrow morning.” He deepens the kiss again, and my heart clenches painfully at his words.
I understand the necessity of Tim returning to his own room in the middle of the night while we were under Bill’s roof, but it did kind of suck, like he was sneaking out. But that he was feeling the same thing? That shunts me slightly closer to the edge of the cliff that I can’t decide if I want to run toward and fling myself off, or scramble away from as quickly as I can.
Throughout dinner and after, Tim switches the conversation from himself and his time here in Oxford to me, and my time at NYU. He seems inordinately fascinated by the series of minimum wage jobs I took to make rent and, you know, buy groceries.
Eventually, Tim throws down some cash as a tip for our server and tangles his fingers with mine as he leads me out onto the sidewalk. The hotel he takes me to is much fancier than I would have picked, but they whisk us through check in, and escort us up to a suite on their top floor, which has some pretty nice views of the city.
Tim spoke to the concierge on his way in, organizing some clothes for us for tomorrow. It feels weird to let him organize that stuff, because normally, that’smyjob.
“What are you thinking?” Tim asks as he closes the door, moving into the sumptuous gold and cream room with me. Chewing on my lower lips, I sigh.
“That it was weird to stand by and have you organize clothes for tomorrow. I’m a PA. That stuff is what I’m good at. It’s my job.”
Tim watches me silently for a beat, and strides across the room. He backs me against the wall, winding his long fingers around my wrists, holding them above my head. Okay, this is different. I’m okay with it.
He grinds his erection against me, bending down to capture my mouth. After kissing me breathless, Tim lifts his head, pinning me in place with the caramel syrup of his heated gaze.
“I want you to repeat after me, babe,” he murmurs. “I. Am. On. Vacation.”
“I am on vacation,” I giggle obediently. He smirks down at me, grinding his hips again.
“I am going torelax.”
