Page 57 of Perfect Liar

The dark-blue tailored three-piece suit he wore had fine plaid detail. His crisp white shirt was open at the neck. He’d pushed back his thick hair rather than sweeping it to the side.

The entire room became only him.

The girl with Thomas’s friend whimpered, I swear. And she was right to—Will was sexy as hell. I only just suppressed the sound of my own pleasure.

I wanted to run to him, but I knew better, so I leaned back against the bar and took a sip from my glass. I instinctively knew Will was the kind of man who enjoyed the chase as much as he did his partner’s submission. And I had no plans to deprive him of either one.

A panty-melting smile dangled from the corner of his mouth as he crossed the room.

I had dressed for a first date under normal circumstances.

No, that was a damn lie. Normal circumstances didn’t exist for us. The red dress clinging to my body was meant for him and only him.

Gran used to call me Little Fancy because I loved dresses. Really, it was silly for her to say, because she also loved fashion.

She once lectured Isabel and me while looking at us over the top of her red-framed readers.

“Your dresses should be conservative enough to please the women around you. You need only one small detail here or there to satisfy a man’s imagination,” she had said.

But Will wasn’t just any ordinary man.

He left very little space between us as he walked up on me. He took my glass and finished the wine himself. Then he leaned in so close to my ear.

“Elle…”

His lips brushed my cheek, the corner of my mouth.

“…I’ll make it up to you.”

I put my hand on his chest.

“You better. Have you eaten dinner?”

He shook his head but didn’t say anything. He just stared, his eyes, his masculine scent overwhelming me.

My heart stopped for a minute. Or my breathing stopped. Or maybe both. It was like seeing him for the first time again.

He lifted my hand, pressing his warm lips there.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“Thank y?—”

Thomas interrupted.

“If you two are quite finished, where’s Ethan? He was supposed to be here tonight.”

Will turned to him with a raised brow.

Thomas nodded, moved behind the bar, filled my glass, and then poured whisky for himself and Will.

Will shot his whisky right away.

“I need time on the mats before heading back to the city. Be in the gym by six a.m.,” he said.

Thomas grinned and swallowed his whisky.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll beat your arse for you.”