With Me in Seattle Bundle One (82 page)

She cups his face in her hand and smiles up at him. “Okay. Can I have some orgasms?”

“I think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.

“No fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”

Dear God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?

“Then let’s go up to our room, too, and I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke kisses Nat’s cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.

Jesus, Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.

This is crazy.

“I’m out, too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The room spins a bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a deep breath.

“You’re not driving, are you?” Nate asks.

“I’ll call a cab.”

“I’ll take you home.” Will stands and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.

“You drank, too,” I remind him.

“I had one beer. I’m fine.”

Oh.

“Really?”

“I’m in the middle of a season, Meg. I can’t drink much.”

“What kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m vaguely aware of snickering happening around me, but I’m too drunk to kick anyone’s ass.

“Football,” he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.

“You want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”

Will laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football on Sunday. With my team. Remember?”

“Oh yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my friends. “He’s a big-time football player. Did you know?”

Natalie giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out with us again.”

“Dude, you got her?” Caleb asks.

“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.

“Who you got?” I ask.

“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.

“Um, Will?”

“Yeah?”

“I lost my feet.”

“What?” He laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t find my feet.”

Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!

“Okay, I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and settles me against his chest.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

“If I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”

“I thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head against his shoulder. Hmm…he still smells good.

“Not tonight.”

“I think I’m drunk.”

“What was your first clue?” He chuckles.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Mungumry.”

“Yeah, you scare me.”

***

“What kind of car is this?” I ask.

“It’s a Shelby.”

“Is Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out with a guy who has a girlfriend!

“No, this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”

“Oh. Then who is your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Why not?”

“No time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.” He mutters that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by that, he pulls up to my town house.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Stay there.”

I don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits really low to the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.

Suddenly, the passenger door is open, and Will is leaning inside, pulling me out of the car. He gets me to stand and then lifts me again.

“I could probably walk now.”

“I doubt it. Just don’t throw up on me, please.”

Well, I didn’t feel like throwing up until he said something. Now my stomach is rolling, and I have that icky feeling in the back of my throat.

Fuck!

“Where are your keys?” he asks.

“Handbag.”

“Do you want me to get them?”

“Yes.” Just breathe. Just breathe, and you won’t throw up.

“Okay, I’m going to stand you by the door. Just lean on the wall for a second.”

Is he speaking English? I don’t understand him. All I can concentrate on is not throwing up. He shuffles through my bag and produces my keys.

“This one.” I point to the house key, and he unlocks the door and scoops me up again, carrying me inside.

“You don’t have an alarm system?” he asks with a frown.

“No.”

“Why not?” he demands.

“Too expensive. Fuck, put me down.”

He lowers me to the floor, and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I sprint to the bathroom and hurl about two bottles of tequila into the toilet.

It never tastes as good coming up as it did going down.

Oh sweet Jesus, make it stop. My stomach convulses and shudders, and I feel a sweat break out on my skin.

Suddenly, my hair is scooped back off my face, and a cold cloth is pressed to the back of my neck.

Fuck, I forgot he was here. How mortifying.

“You can go,” I mumble and rest my forehead on my arm, still cradling the toilet.

“I’ll stay.” His voice is firm and maybe a little grim.

“I’m okay, Will.”

“I’m not leaving you like this, so shut it.” He gently lifts my head and presses another cold cloth to my forehead, making me moan in delight.

“That feels good.”

“I know. Are you done throwing up?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, let’s get you in bed.”

“Hey!” My head jerks up, and I pin him with a glare. “You’re not getting me into bed.”

“Yeah, I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no hanky-panky.” He grins, and I groan as another wave of nausea hits. I’m suddenly bone-tired.

“Okay.” I stand, and he wraps an arm awkwardly around my waist. He’s just too tall for his own good. “I’m fine, Will. The worst is over. You can go.”

He glares down at me and wipes my face with the cool cloth. “I’ll make sure you’re asleep before I leave.”

“Why? I haven’t exactly been nice to you.”

“Because I’m not an asshole, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”

I frown at him, not understanding him at all. He opens the drawers in my dresser, shuffling through clothes and socks, then turns to me with a scowl.

“Where are your pajamas?”

“I don’t wear pajamas.”

“So what do you wear to bed?” he asks and plants his hands on his hips.

“Nothing.”

He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, then searches through my drawers again until he finds an old T-shirt and throws it at me. “Here, put this on.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m climbing in that bed with you, and you can’t be naked or I
will
be an asshole.” He looks almost angry.

“Turn around,” I murmur.

When he’s facing the other direction, I quickly unzip and step out of my dress and pull the T-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing panties, but the T-shirt is long enough that he won’t be able to see, so I don’t care. “I don’t think I can take my sandals off without falling over.”

Will turns to me, and his eyes soften. “You look so young right now.”

“I’m sure I look like shit, but okay. Sandals?”

“Sit.” He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me into the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall off his shoulders and drapes it on my desk chair.

Holy muscled body, Batman.

“Your place is nice,” he mutters.

“Hmm.” I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a mostly naked Will. I hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of him stepping out of them, and then the bed dips as he crawls in beside me. He turns me away from him and pulls my back against his front.

“Sleep.”

“Why are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go, but, damn, if this doesn’t feel good.

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

***

~Will~

She instantly falls asleep, tucked against me, her breath slow and even. Why am I still here? Good question. I got her home and in bed safely. She’ll sleep it off and be fine in the morning, albeit a bit hungover. But lying here with her feels right, and for the first time in a long, long time, I feel protective of a woman I’m not related to.

She’s different. She doesn’t care about my job or my family connections.

And she told me no. That was new.

I smile and kiss the top of her head, enjoying the smell of peppermint in her hair and the way her soft hair feels against my nose. She sighs deeply and wiggles against me, pushing that tight, round ass against my groin. Her T-shirt rides up, and I can feel her warm, naked ass.

Fuck me.

This little hazel-eyed woman has a body made for sex, a sharp wit and a killer smile. The dimple in her right cheek is fucking adorable. It’s too bad that she’s forever frowning at me.

I wonder what it will take to make her smile more, and trust me. Because I’ve got to see her again.

Meg whimpers softly and turns in my arms, burrows her face against my chest and wraps her arm around my waist, hanging on tight. I brush her hair off her cheek and kiss her forehead before falling asleep myself.

Hell yes, I’ll see her again.

Chapter Three

Two weeks later

~Meg~

“Meg, there’s a call for you on extension forty-six hundred.”

“Okay, Jill, thanks.” I slot the chart I’ve been documenting in the nurses’ station and pick up the phone.

“This is Meg.”

“Megan McBride?” a polite female voice asks.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“I hope so. This is Susan Jones. I’m with the Seattle football public relations office.”

Oh hell. My stomach flips over, and my upper lip begins to sweat.

“Hello.”

“I’m calling on behalf of Will Montgomery. He would like to accept your invitation to visit Children’s and meet your staff and patients.”

I rub my forehead with my fingertips and bite my lip. “Okay. I can make arrangements for that.”

“Great. He’d like to come up on Wednesday.”

“Of this week?” My voice is much squeakier than normal, but I can’t help it. He wants to come to my workplace in two days?

“That’s right.”

I sigh in resignation. The kids will be so excited. There’s no way I can say no.

“Okay, what time?”

“Around one o’clock?”

“Okay, we’ll be expecting him.”

I hang up and stare at the phone. Will Montgomery is coming here in two days. It’s been two weeks since the moment in the restroom. Since my colossally embarrassing drunk display.

Since waking up the next morning, naked, in my empty bed.

I really need to ask him how the hell I ended up naked. If my blurry memory serves, I climbed into bed in a T-shirt.

And then, to cap off an incredibly confusing evening, Will had my car delivered to my town house the next morning so I didn’t have to take a cab to collect it from the hotel.

Sweet? Maybe.

Yet, not a word from him since.  Of course, he’s a busy professional football player, and it’s football season, and maybe he’s just not interested in me after the way I laid on the bitch act.

I couldn’t blame him if that were the case. Not to mention, I did make it clear that I would never, ever be intimate with him.

I’m an idiot.

And now he wants to come meet my patients. It’s probably just a ploy to get some publicity. He’ll undoubtedly bring some press with him, have his photo taken with sick kids, and it’ll make him look great on Channel 7 News.

Arrogant ass.

***

“He’s here. Security just called up.” Jill grins and does a little dance. She and I have worked together since day one. She’s a pretty petite blonde with dark brown eyes and a voluptuous figure. She’s also happily married and has three kids, but she’s not averse to flirting with hot football players.

Who can blame her?

“Okay, I’m going to the elevators to meet him. Remember, act surprised.”

She winks at me, and I walk over to the elevator lobby. I gave my kids’ parents a heads-up about today’s guest so they could come and take photos and meet the athlete themselves, but I decided to make it a surprise for the kids.

Finally, the elevators open, and I can just stare. He’s brought four of his teammates, all dressed in blue jeans and team jerseys, pushing carts full of baskets wrapped in bows and cellophane bursting with football gear—hats, jerseys, pajamas, flags…you name it. They have stuffed animals and games, too.

I look up into Will’s bright, happy blue eyes, and I can’t stop the grin that splits my face in two.

He’s spoiling my kids!

“Hey, you’re the prettiest nurse I’ve ever seen.” He offers me that cocky grin and follows the other guys out of the elevator. They are all so tall and broad, making me feel tiny next to them.

I look down at my simple blue scrubs and laugh. “Right, because scrubs and ponytails are all the rage these days.”

He leans down to kiss my cheek and whispers in my ear, “Hottest nurse I’ve ever seen.”

Well, then.

I clear my throat, and Will introduces me to his teammates Jarrel Sanders, Thomas Jones, Kip Sutherland and Trevon Wilson.

They are all incredibly polite and look a little nervous, hands in their pockets, shuffling on their big feet, looking about the hospital corridor.

“Thank you so much, all of you, for coming. I haven’t told the kids. I wanted it to be a surprise. But the parents know, so they could bring their cameras and stuff.” The guys all nod and I look around the lobby. “No press?”

Will’s face sobers. “No, no press. This isn’t a photo op, Meg. We’re here because we want to be.”

“How did you talk your PR lady into that?” I ask, surprise ringing through my voice.

“She works for us, not the other way around,” he responds simply and grabs a rolling cart full of goodies. “Lead the way.”

I escort the guys into the corridor, a wide smile on my face, and wink at Jill, who is standing at the nurses’ station, her arms folded around her middle.

“Let’s start with Nicholas. He played football until this past winter, when he got hurt on the field, and it was discovered that he has osteosarcoma.” The guys all frown with concern. “Bone cancer,” I murmur and knock on Nick’s door.