Page 89 of Perfect Liar
I bit into my bottom lip to keep from squealing.
“Wait…is this…have you planned a date for us?”
His cocky wink made my stomach flutter.
“Yes. I’ll run some numbers later with Ethan, but first, I want time alone with you, baby.”
Will pushed a kiss onto my lips before I could say anything, picked up our bags, and went outside to bring the car around. He’d vowed to give me something close to normal, and he was doing exactly that.
He came to the door to get me and then tucked me into the passenger seat in his sleek black Jaguar. Wasting no time, he jumped in and sped down the ridge.
The scent of heaven’s woodland, his scent, drifted over to me.
Tracing my lips with my tongue, I thought about how well he kissed them.
As his stare burned into the side of my face, I moved mine from the fast-moving English countryside to him. And he looked amazing behind the wheel, driving like he did everything else—fully in command.
Through my eyes, I willed him to come to me.
He leaned over the console and kissed me, murmuring something about the color red.
“What?” I breathed.
He refocused on the road.
“When you’re shopping get another red dress.”
“Favorite color?”
“When it’s on your body it is. And as you know, that now belongs to me.”
I smiled. I wanted to belong to him. Body, heart, and soul.
“You’re quite full of yourself this afternoon, Will.”
A big, easy smile hit his face, but he kept his eyes on the road.
Settling deeper into his leather seat, he reached for my hand and accelerated.
LONDON
We pulled up in front of an elegant little hotel located a few blocks away from Manchester Square.
Will opened my door but once I stepped out, he hesitated for a minute, allowing me to take in the streets of London.
A street sign caught my attention, and I let out a small gasp.
“Wallace,” I said.
The Wallace Collection Museum housed a significant art collection with originals by the some of the old masters and an eighteenth-century French exhibit.
An artist’s dream…one of my dreams.
The satisfied grin on Will’s face gave him away. He’d anticipated the moment.
“If everything goes well this week, I plan to take you through the museum.”
I touched his cheek and gave him an affectionate smile.