Page 96 of Tell Me Something

Kissing him deeply, I suckled on his bottom lip and caressed his face. “Are you telling me we christened your shower?”

“That we did, and the edge of the bathtub for that matter.”

Well, now, that was a surprise. “I thought maybe you lived here when you were married or brought girls back here at some point.”

“I bought the place after the divorce, and I like my privacy. You’re the first woman I’ve had any physical relationship with here—and I can tell from your big old grin that pleases you.”

“Matter of fact, it does.”

“We can plan on christening the bed later this evening if that sounds good?”

“Or we could have a little preview now?”

“You know we’re going to kill each other. Death by sex,” he smirked.

“It’s a little out of control, isn’t it?”

He laughed. “I can think of worse things. At least we have tonight and tomorrow before we have to return to the real world.”

“Sort of, but I won’t be back until late tonight. New Year’s Eve party, remember.”

He looked disappointed but then finished up by applying a Band-Aid to my knee. “Right. You’re going out with Will while I’m out with Catherine.”

I had called Will yesterday when we arrived home as I refused to sit at home on New Year’s waiting for Josh to get back from his evening with Catherine. We might have reached a new intimacy in our relationship, but that didn’t mean I’d changed my resolve against sitting home pathetically.

JOSH WAS in a brooding mood while watching me get ready for my New Year’s Eve date with Will. Standing there in his tux, he could hardly say much about it though considering he was taking Catherine out this evening.

“Whose party is it?” he asked for the second time today.

My answer didn’t change. “I’m not sure. Will said it had something to do with a modeling gig he did. All I know is it’s black tie and uptown.”

He frowned. I knew his party was downtown and a much higher profile deal. “I think that Catherine could use the moral support if you were to come to the party we’re attending.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d hinted. I was, in fact, tempted, if for no other reason than to be able to see him tonight, but the thought of watching him with her wasn’t something I’d put myself through. Catherine might not want to follow my advice to avoid unnecessary drama, but I definitely would.

“I don’t think so.” I spritzed on my perfume.

“Give me one good reason. It’ll be a better party than the one you’re attending, and I’m sure Will could use the exposure in the fashion industry. It’s practically a who’s who.”

Considering Will had just been signed by Calvin Klein, he didn’t need any favors, but more importantly, Josh wasn’t getting it. My glance conveyed my annoyance. “Okay, I’ll give you two reasons. One, I don’t want to watch you kiss Catherine at midnight, and two, I don’t think you want to watch Will kiss me.”

That instantly earned me an irritated look. “So you’re planning to kiss him?”

And we were back to that again. “Everyone kisses everyone at midnight. But with any luck, I’ll just play his wingman to help find him someone else at the party.”

“I quite like that idea. Yes, let’s find Will a girlfriend.”

So much for never wanting to play matchmaker.

WHILE JOSH WAS STILL sound asleep on New Year’s morning, I eased out of bed and padded back to my room in order to don my workout gear.

The party had been a lot of fun the night before with Will and I enjoying dancing and then counting down to midnight. I’d arrived home shortly after one o’clock in the morning and was happy to see that Josh had beaten me there. I’d curled up into his arms and enjoyed slow, sleepy sex until we both fell into slumber.

What better timing than now to make use of his treadmill? I was sure Josh would be sleeping off a hangover this morning. Donning my headphones and turning on my music, I was five miles in before I noticed him watching me sleepily from the doorway. I slowed down to a walking speed and tossed him a smile.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

He shook his head. “No. I was simply enjoying the view. You know, I had this vision of you jogging all cute and burning a couple calories, but now I see what Brian was talking about. You truly run, don’t you?”