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check who was there before opening the main door. What if the press began to hound me, maybe if Will stayed over, or his fans learned that he stayed here sometimes. I wasn’t worried for my safety or anything like that, but what if I inconvenienced my neighbours? I owned my property so I couldn’t be evicted but if I created a nuisance, I would have to move, wouldn’t I? Getting another mortgage would be hellish, if possible at all in the current financial climate, and my interest rate would change, rising (of course).
But I could let the property, I supposed, and rent somewhere else. It would be annoying but possible.
Then there was work to consider. I’d probably get a lot more spam but I couldn’t see my relationship with Will harming my work itself, it might even help get me more publicity.
And what about my family and friends?
I doubted my sister or best friends would ever give away private information about me and Will, but was it possible they would be harassed by tabloids? Asked for information about me or Will, or for quotes on events and things?
And what about friends who I wasn’t that close to? If I took Will to a cousin’s christening, or a friend’s wedding, would other guests put pictures and information about us online? Maybe even sell a story for a quick buck? Or would I face scorn from my friends and acquaintances, because my date’s presence had overshadowed the bride, or the birthday boy, or the new graduate?
I spent the rest of the night like that, examining my life and either coming up with solutions, or resigning myself to my fate. There was nothing I would lose that was important enough for me to end things, and a lot of my worries might prove to be unfounded. I hoped they would but if not, I slowly came to realise that I wouldn’t let them take Will away from me.
By the time Will phoned that evening, I knew that whatever happened, I was pretty confident that I could weather the storm and I told him as much.
“Oh, darling, I’m so pleased to hear you say that.” He sounded more relieved that I expected.
“I’m sorry if I worried you, I didn’t mean to. That’s just how I operate, sometimes I need to be alone.”
“I understand. I’m just glad you decided to give us a chance.”
“Me too.”
“It feels strange to be going to sleep without you.”
He was right. Somehow, although we’d only been dating for three weeks, sleeping beside him had become normal.
“I know.”
“Where are you?” he asked.
“In bed, so your voice is the last thing I hear before going to sleep.”
“I can be there in fifteen?” he purred in his sexiest voice.
I laughed. “God, Braxton, you’re so tempting, you should be a deadly sin.”
“Ooh, do I give you impure thoughts, my child?” he teased.
“Yes, Father Braxton, I’ve been a very bad girl, tempted by my boyfriend’s serpent.”
He roared with laughter. “Like I said, I can be there to guide you into temptation in a few minutes.”
“You’ll last one night,” I assured him. I still wanted a little time to sleep on things, just to make sure I still felt the same way tomorrow.
“Fine,” he pretended to huff. “See if I care.”
“You love me really,” I teased.
“I can't think why. First you run out on me, then you decline my offers to come and see you.”
“It’s my spaghetti, it makes everyone fall in love with me. I lace it with love potion number 9.”
He chuckled for a moment before asking, “Do you want to come running with me in the morning?”
“Because that worked out so well last time?” I replied deadpan.
The poor chap had spent half the time jogging in place while I caught up. I’m not unfit, at least I didn’t used to think I was, but with his long legs, he could run rings around me. It meant that I pushed myself harder, so I couldn’t even talk while we ran because I was huffing and puffing so much.
“Well if you’d stop falling back just so you could check out my butt, we
But I could let the property, I supposed, and rent somewhere else. It would be annoying but possible.
Then there was work to consider. I’d probably get a lot more spam but I couldn’t see my relationship with Will harming my work itself, it might even help get me more publicity.
And what about my family and friends?
I doubted my sister or best friends would ever give away private information about me and Will, but was it possible they would be harassed by tabloids? Asked for information about me or Will, or for quotes on events and things?
And what about friends who I wasn’t that close to? If I took Will to a cousin’s christening, or a friend’s wedding, would other guests put pictures and information about us online? Maybe even sell a story for a quick buck? Or would I face scorn from my friends and acquaintances, because my date’s presence had overshadowed the bride, or the birthday boy, or the new graduate?
I spent the rest of the night like that, examining my life and either coming up with solutions, or resigning myself to my fate. There was nothing I would lose that was important enough for me to end things, and a lot of my worries might prove to be unfounded. I hoped they would but if not, I slowly came to realise that I wouldn’t let them take Will away from me.
By the time Will phoned that evening, I knew that whatever happened, I was pretty confident that I could weather the storm and I told him as much.
“Oh, darling, I’m so pleased to hear you say that.” He sounded more relieved that I expected.
“I’m sorry if I worried you, I didn’t mean to. That’s just how I operate, sometimes I need to be alone.”
“I understand. I’m just glad you decided to give us a chance.”
“Me too.”
“It feels strange to be going to sleep without you.”
He was right. Somehow, although we’d only been dating for three weeks, sleeping beside him had become normal.
“I know.”
“Where are you?” he asked.
“In bed, so your voice is the last thing I hear before going to sleep.”
“I can be there in fifteen?” he purred in his sexiest voice.
I laughed. “God, Braxton, you’re so tempting, you should be a deadly sin.”
“Ooh, do I give you impure thoughts, my child?” he teased.
“Yes, Father Braxton, I’ve been a very bad girl, tempted by my boyfriend’s serpent.”
He roared with laughter. “Like I said, I can be there to guide you into temptation in a few minutes.”
“You’ll last one night,” I assured him. I still wanted a little time to sleep on things, just to make sure I still felt the same way tomorrow.
“Fine,” he pretended to huff. “See if I care.”
“You love me really,” I teased.
“I can't think why. First you run out on me, then you decline my offers to come and see you.”
“It’s my spaghetti, it makes everyone fall in love with me. I lace it with love potion number 9.”
He chuckled for a moment before asking, “Do you want to come running with me in the morning?”
“Because that worked out so well last time?” I replied deadpan.
The poor chap had spent half the time jogging in place while I caught up. I’m not unfit, at least I didn’t used to think I was, but with his long legs, he could run rings around me. It meant that I pushed myself harder, so I couldn’t even talk while we ran because I was huffing and puffing so much.
“Well if you’d stop falling back just so you could check out my butt, we
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