Club Rendezvous popped into my head then. Did he only do hookups?
“Why is that? A good-looking guy such as yourself… I’m sure you’re not lacking in the women department,” I teased, but he didn’t seem amused.
“Why didn’t you rave about the restaurant or gush over my car or house?”
“Is that a trick question? Are you offended I didn’t? Because the restaurant was amazing. I’ve read all the reviews, and I’ve had couples brag about getting reservations there. You chose well. And your car is very nice. I just happen to be a BMW girl.”
I shrugged, not liking the direction of this conversation. Did Will need his ego stroked? That would be a major turn off.
“And my house?”
What was with him? My hands were clamming up under his interrogation. I fought the urge to tug on my earring.
“It’s magnificent. The open concept layout lends a relaxed, casual feel and I appreciate your choice of colors: denim, sand, and dark rich woods. They’re perfect for welcoming people into your home. Your art collection and furnishings show your personality. It’s all that I believe to be you, Will. But my favorite part about your home is the view out those windows.” I pointed, craning my neck for a glimpse. “I’m sorry if I—”
“Don’t say another word.” Will took my glass and set it on the coffee table. “You’re different from any woman I’ve ever known. You’re authentic, and I feel like you seeme, not my money.”
I was about to tell him I don’t care about his money when he scooted toward me and claimed my lips. Together we fell back on the sofa, entwining our arms and legs while our tongues tangoed. Music continued to play for what felt like hours during our make-out session. I wasn’t sure what happened before Will’s passionate kiss, but I was glad it happened.
“Dance with me.” He breathed, pulling me up. “I need to cool down.”
“Got you going, did I?” I teased him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Baby, you have no idea the power you have over me.” He swayed, holding me, a hand on my ass, the other gripping my neck as Adam Levine sang about Sunday mornings, stealing covers, and sharing skin.
Stevie Wonder and Maroon 5 would always remind me of dancing with Will on our first date. The deep blue sea in front of me and Will’s magnetism winning me over, my worries fleeted while in his arms.
There was nowhere else I’d rather be at the moment.