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As the evening wore on the crowds died down enough that Taylor retreated to her office and Rebelle realized she could no longer avoid Will. She was restacking glasses, watching as hesauntered lazily over to her, his whiskey in one hand, the other in the pocket of his slacks.
“Hey,” he said, taking a swig from his glass, a drop of amber liquid lingering on his lip. His tongue darted out to swipe it up and her gaze zeroed in on it. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes immediately swerved away, darting here and there and not able to focus on anything so long as she avoided his crimson lips. Why couldn’t she stop staring at them?
Moments later her eyes landed right back on them. She noticed her curious eyes drifting to his mouth more and more and she couldn’t work out why she was so fascinated. Was it because his lips looked so plump and pillowy soft? Was it because they were stretched so wide she could only imagine how it felt to have them encompass hers? A sharp jolt from between her legs signalled that that was exactly the reason she was so fixated on them.
Horror crawled through her.
Oh my God…I like him. Like…likehim.
No. No, she couldn’t like him, she didn’t likeanyone. Just because she had a sexual thought about him didn’t mean anything. Although she hadn’t had sexual thoughts for a long time, not since she was a teenager.
“-corporate partnerships…Belle? Are you listening?” His voice penetrated her fog. Her hands trembled and she met his stare, his head tilted and those damn lips quirked up on one side.
“Justine,” she blurted out. “I need Justine!”
Rebelle hurried around from the bar and over to where Justine and Blake were sitting.
“I need you,” she said to Justine. “I’m so sorry, I know you’re trying to have a nice evening but I-”
“Say no more, let’s go,” Justine said with a smile and got up, heading towards Taylor’s office. Rebelle trailed after her, tryingto do her breathing exercises until they were safely ensconced inside.
“Taylor, can you give us a minute?” Justine asked.
Taylor looked around. “But it’s my office?”
“I know honey, but we just need a minute,” Justine replied. Their bickering wasn’t helping, and Rebelle was seconds away from blurting out the feelings bubbling up inside her.
“I always get asked to leave my own office,” Taylor grumbled, and Rebelle couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop please! Lord, Taylor, stay, I don’t care!” Rebelle exclaimed.
Both women turned to stare at her in surprise. Taylor got up and came over to stand next to Justine.
“What’s wrong Rebelle?” she asked, her green eyes pools of confusion.
“I…” she trailed off.
“Just give her a moment,” Justine said. Rebelle began pacing and tugging at the bottom of her shirt, trying to sift through her cluttered thoughts.
“He’s…” she began and again cut herself off. She paced some more until Justine broke the silence.
“Is it Will?”
Rebelle stopped pacing and faced them, nodding.
“What did the bastard do?” Taylor growled and Justine elbowed her.
“He hasn’t done anything, right?” Justine asked Rebelle, her eyebrow raised like she knewexactlywhat the problem was.
Rebelle scrubbed a hand over her face. “I can’t stop staring at his mouth,” she squeaked out.
Taylor whooped loudly. “I was so freaking hoping for this!”
Justine nudged her again and scolded her. “Will you stop?”
“Why is this such a biggie? Just go out there and lay one on him, stake your claim. Then all those fame groupies will leave him alone,” Taylor said.
At the thought Rebelle started hyperventilating and Justine pulled out a chair and pushed Rebelle down onto it. “Head between your knees, deep breaths.” After a moment, Rebelle’s breathing eased and she sat back; gulping in huge lungfuls of air.
