time to think about Will and this crazy thing we were doing. I hadn’t wanted to turn into that woman who rushed her emotions. I hadn’t wanted to be that woman who mistook lust for love.
I had wanted to be that cool, calm, sophisticated dame who had it all under control. The woman who could do casual, because…well, hell, I’ve done casual plenty over the years. I didn’t equate sex with love. I’ve spent my entire adult life being a modern woman with modern views and modern tolerances.
But now, I was the type of woman who flew across the country for a man.
Man, how the mighty have freakin’ fallen.
And, boy, how throwing caution to the wind and going for it was scary as hell.
I knew Will cared for me on some level, but did he really mean everything he’s been preaching? Was it more than just fantastic sex? More importantly, would he lose interest once he got his fill? Once the novelty of sleeping with a girl he’s wanted to since he was young wore off, then what?
These were all questions I was here to ask, no matter how scary.
I let out a pathetic laugh as I realized that I had been so caught up in everything Will, I hadn’t even bothered to look out of the window to sight see what I could. I’ve never been to New York and you would think I’d be excited to see it in all its glory, but no. All I cared about was seeing Will.
Shit.
I was in super deep.
After about a half hour, we finally pulled up to a sleek, tall, very New York-ish skyscraper. The front of the building was all glass, stainless steel, and class. The letters G&C were tastefully adorned on the side of the entrance and it looked exactly like a Damien Greystone building. Will was a little warmer, so it was hard to imagine this building came from his design, but then, I knew Will-the teenage cad, not William Creston-the multi-millionaire.
I glanced at my watch and I saw that it was a little past six, but Damien had assured me that Will would still be at work. If not, I was armed with Will’s address, courtesy of Damien.
The driver got out of the car and walked around to open the door for me. It was a little much because I wasn’t used to fancy, but I didn’t want to be difficult. I was already nervous enough without getting into a debate about manners versus feminism.
I got out and took a deep breath before I walked into G&C as if I had every right to be here.
The lobby was a little warmer and welcoming than the building’s exterior, but it still screamed money, and I wondered briefly how Fiona was managing being married to someone so wealthy. Owning her own business, she wasn’t a slouch in the financial department, but she was a far cry away from Damien’s type of wealth.
Then I wondered how I would acclimate to the sort of wealth Will had if we managed to go the distance. I wasn’t trash, but I sure as hell wasn’t the caviar and champagne type. I didn’t want a life with cooks and housekeepers. I wanted to live my life in all aspects. I wanted to complain about laundry and microwave pizza bites.
The doubt assailed me as I wondered if Will could do that. I had no idea how he lived his life. Maybe a simple house with a messy family wasn’t his cup of tea.
But there was only one way to find out.
As I looked around, I noticed there wasn’t a receptionist anywhere in sight. I suppose since it was after hours there wouldn’t be. I finally approached the guard station and looked into the face of a man who made me question lesbianism but not homosexuality.
Good Lord, he was gorgeous.
Then the fucker smiled.
“Hello, how may I help you?”
I shook my head and snapped myself out of my completely inappropriate stupor. “Uh, hi.” I smiled like a psychopath. “I…uhm, Damien Grey-”
He took mercy on me. “Victoria McGrath?”
I let out a breath of relief. “Yes,” I confirmed. “I’m Victoria McGrath, here to see William-”
He nodded. “Mr. Greystone as already confirmed your all-access pass at G&C, Ms. McGrath.”
“Call me, Vicky, please,” I said, trying my best not to sound like a nervous lunatic.
He winked and I figured, if I did move here for Will and he dumped me, I could just go on a man hunt in New York