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“If it’s any consolation,” I murmur in her ear, feeling goosebumps rise across her skin, “I’ll fucking hate every minute that I’m in that bed by myself.”
Angie makes a noise that tells me she’sslightlyappeased by that statement.
“Plus, I’m going to fuck you at least twice before I have to leave.”
She turns in my arms, pressing her silky skin against mine as her lips slide over my neck.
“That sounds more promising.” She pulls my face down to hers, pressing our lips together. Deepening the kiss, I roll on top of her, spreading her thighs with my hips and sinking into her. Angie moans contentedly against my mouth, and I grin. That’s enough of that. I need to get to work on keeping my word.
Angela
My hand stretches out to close around empty sheets. Right. Tim went back to his bed because his parents are here. I hate it. My heart twists in my chest. This is just a taste of what is waiting for me after this vacation ends. It’s going to suck.
Sliding out of bed, I dress, washing my face in the room basin and brushing my hair. The bathroom is free when I emerge, so I duck inside to relieve myself and slowly make my way downstairs. I don’t know if everyone is sleeping in, or what, but I’m alone in the dining room as I quickly scoff my eggs and drain my coffee. Bill doesn’t lie in, so I make my way along to his office to give him his shot.
“Come in,” his rumbling voice answers my tentative knock. Sliding inside, I throw him a smile as he sits back in his wing-backed chair, opening the drawer which holds the Heparin.
Bill is unusually quiet as I give him his shot. He watches me silently, tapping a finger against his lips. Once I’ve cleared everything away, he sighs and waves for me to take a seat. Apprehensively, I do so. I wonder if he’s going to tell me that now that his brothers and their wives are here, I have to break things off with Tim because it’s not professional.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t. Rather, he watches me for another beat before gesturing to his laptop.
“We leave in nine days, back to Chicago,” he reminds me and my heart clenches painfully. I don’t want to think about the fact that in nine days my relationship/affair/fling– whatever you want to call it – with Tim is over. I really don’t want to think about it until I’m locked in my room,alone, and can cry with no one seeing.
“I’d like to run through our schedule into the new year again,” Bill continues, like he hasn’t crushed my heart with his casual words. But I’m a consummate professional, so I tuck my feelings deep down inside and pull out my phone, running through Bill’s schedule from the time the car is booked to pick us up and take us to Heathrow Airport onward.
Once we’ve exhausted the schedule, Bill is fidgeting, tapping his fingers on the desk. I glance over at him in surprise, because he’s usually not a fidgeter. In fact, I’ve seen him throw people out of his office in Chicago for much,muchless.
“Is everything all right, Bill?” I put away my phone. My hands freeze at his next words.
“Have you and Tim discussed what will happen after this vacation?”
The words ring in my ears. What the hell does Bill mean? Is he really asking if we’re going to continue seeing each other back in the US? Or is he warning me that such a thing is off-limits?
I clasp my hands in my lap to stop my own fidgeting. “Uh, we hadn’t really discussed it. I suppose I have always thought that whatever is between us will end when we leave the Manor. After all, I live in Chicago. Tim lives in San Diego.”
The words sound awfully final now that I’ve said them. Bill watches me for a beat longer with inscrutable eyes, nodding thoughtfully and waving a hand to let me know I’ve been dismissed.
Scurrying from the room, I almost run right into David, who is striding along the corridor. He smirks at me and tips his head toward the games room. I follow him, stepping inside as Maxwell holds out a pool cue to me, and David kicks the door shut behind us. Beaumont and Ryan are also in here, lounging off to the side, smirking over at me.
“Timmy’s facing the music,” David drawls. Maxwell breaks the game, moving aside for me to take a shot. I glance over at David in surprise, and frown.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
I catch four near identical smirks.
“He’s coming clean to Mom and Dad about your littlefling.” David waggles his eyebrows. My cheeks heat. I didn’t realize he would do that this morning.
“He did mention that last night,” I mutter, bending to take my shot.
“I bet he did,” Ryan snickers from somewhere off to my right. I don’t even think about it. I flip him off, turning my attention back to the pool table, which has the others bursting into laughter.
“I hope your parents won’t be too upset,” I tell David as I straighten. He snorts, shrugging at me.
“Who cares what they think? They never liked Robyn.”
He’s not very good at the comforting thing, apparently.
“Not exactly a ringing endorsement.”
