Under His Obsession - A Steamy Workplace Romance - Cathryn Fox Page 0,10
me and puts a cloth to my forehead. I moan against the damp coldness. “That feels soooo good,” I say. Will’s body goes rigid, and a soft hiss leaves his mouth.
Oh, wait, crap!
“I mean the cloth,” I hurry on, my voice muffled as I stick my head deeper into the bowl. “The cold cloth feels good.”
“You probably shouldn’t talk.”
No kidding, since I’m not thinking with any sort of clarity, and my words could be construed as sexual. It’s not like I was saying it felt good to have his pelvis pressed up against me.
Even though it does.
Good God, how desperate am I that I’m enjoying the feel of Will’s body—well, one part in particular—while I’m losing my breakfast in his toilet? Even if I had a chance with this guy, not that I want one, my current predicament would no doubt quash any interest on his part.
“I think you have the flu,” he says.
While I’d like to come back with some smart-ass comment that involves Einstein, the sarcastic retort dies on my tongue. We might have gotten off on the wrong foot, but he’s trying to take care of me as I die a slow and agonizing death. I vomit again, and Will reaches past me to flush the toilet. I heave a grateful sigh and wait to get sucked into space, but no. Like I said, I don’t have that kind of luck.
“Here,” he says, and puts a plastic cup to my mouth. I take a drink of water, rinse my mouth and spit. Not a dainty girlie spit either, if there is such a thing. No, it sounds more like a baseball player hacking up a sunflower seed.
And this, my friends, has become my life.
I moan and lift my head from the bowl.
“Feeling better?”
“A little.” I take another big drink and spill half the water over my shirt as the plane lurches. “Goddammit.” A sound crawls out of Will’s throat, and I glance at him over my shoulder. “Are you laughing?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“Never thought it was. But I have to say, you’re handling it better than most.” Concern dances in his eyes.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t laughing, but I’ve been on the defense with him since I boarded the plane.
“Mouthwash?”
“Yes, please.” He pulls a travel-size bottle from the vanity, opens it and hands it to me. I rinse repeatedly and go back on my heels, only to end up sitting in Will’s lap. I’m about to apologize and slide off when his hand goes around my waist to hold me in place.
“It’s okay. I got you,” he says, and my heart does a ridiculous thump at his thoughtfulness. Truthfully, I’m not used to anyone taking care of me, and this is actually kind of...nice.
Nice? What the hell am I saying? I just vomited in front of Will Carson. There’s nothing nice about that—for either of us.
“You don’t have a parachute on this thing, do you?” I ask.
He chuckles slightly. “No, why?”
“I’d like to get off.”
I’d like to get off.
“I mean...”
“I’m actually getting a complex,” he says, a hint of teasing in his voice.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve met you twice now, and you vomited both times. How’s a guy not to take that personally?”
I groan and reach for a paper towel. My cheeks burn from sheer mortification. “I am so embarrassed.”
He puts his hand to my forehead. “You’re cold and clammy and slightly warm.”
“Pizza for breakfast,” I say. “Wasn’t my best decision.”
“If it was food poisoning, it would have hit you earlier. How about some ginger ale?”
“Not a bad idea.”
“Maybe some toast? It might help settle your stomach.”
“I don’t think I can eat anything.”
“Do you think you’re going to be sick again, or do you want to go lie down? The sofa opens to a bed.”
“I think I’d like to lie down. I guess now I know why I was so tired when I met with James today.” Worry grips my stomach, and I clutch Will’s arm. “I hope I didn’t give it to him.”
Will holds me by my hips and repositions himself so he can stand. “I’m sure he’s fine, but I’ll call him just to make sure.” He hauls me up with him and turns me around. With infinite tenderness, he slides a strand of damp hair from my face, and I let out a shaky breath. His arm drops, but his gaze stays locked on mine. His gorgeous blue eyes bore into my face, his gaze probing, searching.