Quickie

“That would be very nice,” I say. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Herrington.”

9

“You sure you don’t need a chaperone?” Anna asks over the phone.

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure I don’t need you to chaperone me on a date with my husband.”

“Well, you never know,” she teases. “But seriously, I’m glad it’s going well.”

It is going well. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but so far, being in a relationship with Will has felt like I always thought being in a relationship should feel like. Mutual respect and attraction, fucking amazing sex, and fitting into each other’s lives in a way that’s natural. We’ve spent almost every night at each other’s places, either my apartment or his ridiculously gorgeous apartment on the Upper West Side, or like tonight, his mansion in Westchester. Marrying rich does have its perks. I’m in the car now with Simon, driving to the house, and I’m wearing the outfit that Will had messengered over earlier. If any other man has asked that I wear certain clothes for him, I would throw a fit. But his taste in clothes is actually better than my own, so I don’t mind all that much.

Anna’s voice is quiet. “Are you falling for him?”

My heart thumps in my chest at the question. Against all odds, I am. It doesn’t seem real that someone I thought would be a one-night stand would be someone I could fall in love with. I barely kept it from spilling out in bed the other night, and now it’s in my brain. It’s on the tip of my tongue when we say goodbye and right after he kisses me.

“Maybe.”

She laughs. “This would only happen to you, you know.”

“Marrying a one-night-stand?”

“That, and falling in love with him. Let me know if you need a chaperone and a rescue.”

I stick my tongue out at her even though she can’t see me. “You’ll be the first person I call.”

We’re not far from the house now, and I’m getting those butterflies of anticipation that I always get right before I see him. It’s like my body knows what’s coming and can’t wait. Either that or it’s had the whole ‘falling in love’ thing figured out way before my mind did.

Will’s house is gorgeous and sprawling, with a view of a valley in the back that goes for miles. It’s almost easy to forget this kind of scenery exists when you live in the city, but it’s so close. I’ve only been to this house one other time, and I spent most of it naked. I’ll be happy to actually explore the house a little this time and see if Will is as good of a cook as he claims.

It’s not every day that your millionaire husband offers to cook for you.

Simon opens the door and I step out into the early evening heat. Only Will would have chosen these shoes. As fabulous as they are, I’m just barely able to walk in them. “Thanks, Simon.”

“My pleasure.”

Simon has been my driver ever since we got back from Vegas, and it sure beats riding the subway. Will opens the door, and he’s dressed in slacks and a button down that’s rolled up to his elbows. I like it when he’s a little more casual, he seems more carefree when he is. I smile as I approach the door. “You should be a stylist instead of a CEO.”

He smirks. “My father would have had a field day with that, but it’s fun to help people from time to time.”

“Get a good look at my legs in these heels because they’re coming off.”

He makes an over-exaggerated sad face. “That’s too bad, Mrs. Herrington, because your legs look damn good in them.”

“Sweet talk me and maybe I’ll put them back on later.” I use him for balance as I slip off the shoes and lose six inches of height. Will sweeps in for a kiss that leaves me hungry for more, but he pulls away just as I’m reaching for him. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi.”

“I hope you’re hungry,” he says as he leads me into the kitchen. “I’m trying to impress you, so I may have gone overboard.”

The kitchen is a mess, but the smells coming from the oven are divine. “What are we having?”

“Parmesan crusted chicken, stuffed tomatoes, and if you’re willing to help a little, frozen sangria cocktails.”

I stretch, preparing to dive in. “What can I do?”

“All the stuff by the sangria is over by the blender, if you want to start there.” He whistles as I turn around, “I didn’t remember the back that dress had until just now.”

The dress drops off my shoulders in the back, revealing way more skin than I’m usually comfortable with. But it’s just the two of us, and he’s already seen it all. Will probably see it all again tonight. I toss in strawberries and ice and wine and some raspberries into the blender. “Is ‘how was your day, honey’ a thing we’re doing yet?”