Made for You (The Best Mistake 2)

“Sure, so you could have a chance to thi

nk about your harebrained idea. I wanted you to sleep on it.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing? Waiting for me to make move number two? I mean I asked you to go get a tattoo with me, for God’s sake.”

“Holding a woman’s hand in a tattoo parlor isn’t exactly a fling, Brynn.”

She swallowed, remembering his moment of kindness in the tattoo parlor. “Well…thanks for doing it anyway.”

The second she’d lain back and Jody had told her to take a deep breath, she found herself reaching for Will’s hand. He’d taken it without question and held it the entire time, firm and sure. For some reason she had a feeling she’d be remembering that moment long after they were done with each other.

Still, she was more than a little annoyed at him. He was making her work for what she’d already asked for. It had been hard enough to put herself out there the first time, and now he wanted her to do it again?

Brynn folded her arms across her chest. “I told you I wanted a fling. I don’t know what more you want.”

“It’s easy after two glasses of wine, the thrill from a new look, and a fucking hot kiss.”

“It’s not easy when it’s you! We’re like Harry Potter and Voldemort. We’re nemeses.”

Will shook his head as he got off the freeway. “I’m talking sex and she’s talking Harry Potter.”

“I thought you’d appreciate it. You like black-magic movies and stuff.”

“I like horror movies, Brynn. Harry Potter does not qualify.”

Several moments lapsed as Brynn tried to figure out her next move while simultaneously trying to ascertain where they were going.

“So what do you want from me?” she asked quietly, as Will pulled into a parking spot in the middle of tourist central.

He turned off the ignition and faced her, one arm draped over the wheel in a way that was so intensely male that she wanted to take the tiniest nibble out of his bicep.

“I want you to ask me again.”

She didn’t pretend to play dumb. “But you already said yes the other night.”

“Only because I was hard and could see your nipples through that slutty top you were wearing. Ask me again. And I’ll say yes again. But you have to ask while sober. Maybe even begging a little.”

She held his gaze. “You’re playing games with me.”

Will gave her a faint smile. “Sweetie, isn’t that the entire point? To make a big game out of your ‘vacation’ before you go back to real life?”

There it was again. That raw, honest look on his face that was completely unlike the Will Thatcher she’d come to know and hate over the years. He was intentionally messing with her head. He had to be.

And yet…

“William Gregory Thatcher. Will you have a fling with me?”

His tiny smile turned into a full grin and her entire stomach flipped over. Oh dear.

And then he was out of the car before she had a chance to register why something so simple as a smile made her swoon.

“Hey!” she called, scrambling to unbuckle her seat belt. “You said you’d say yes!”

“And I probably will,” he said, putting on his sunglasses and taking in the crowded scene as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “But first you must be tested.”

Brynn resisted the urge to slam her forehead on the hood of the car. “Tested how? We’re in the middle of Seattle Center. What do you want me to do, run through the fountain naked?”

Will gave a mock shudder. “Ain’t nobody wanna see that. And besides, your tattoo can’t get wet yet. No, I’m thinking more…science center.”