Page 21 of Maid for a Magnate

But right now, he didn’t want to think about finances, investments, real estate or oil. He wanted to focus on how fast he could get Cat in his arms once she entered the room. His body responded to the thought.

 She wasn’t even in the same room and he was aching for her.

 Will had plans for the weekend, plans that involved her. He wanted to take her away somewhere she wouldn’t expect, somewhere they could be alone and stop tiptoeing around the chemistry. Stolen kisses here and there were getting old. He felt like a horny teenager sneaking around his father’s house copping a feel of his girl.

 Will took a seat on the leather sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows. He kept the lights off, save for a small lamp on the table near the entryway. That soft glow was enough; he didn’t want to alert anyone who might be wandering outside that there was a rendezvous going on in here.

 Finally after he felt as if he’d waited for an hour, the door clicked softly and Cat appeared. She shut the door at her back, but didn’t step farther into the room.

 “I don’t have much time,” she told him.

 He didn’t need much...yet. Right now all he needed was one touch, just something to last until he could execute his weekend plans.

 Will stood and crossed the spacious room, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time. With her back to the door, he placed a hand on either side of her face and leaned in.

 His lips grazed over hers softly. “I’ve missed kissing you.”

 Cat’s body trembled. When her hands came up to his chest, he thought she’d take the initiative and kiss him, but she pushed him away.

 “I know I’ve given mixed signals,” she whispered. “But this has to end. No matter how much I enjoy kissing you, no matter how I want you, I don’t have the energy for this and I can’t lose my j—”

 Cat put a hand over her mouth, shook her head and glanced away.

 “Your job?” he asked, taking hold of her wrist and prying her hand from her lips. “You think you’re going to lose your job over what we have going?”

 Her deep eyes jerked back to his. “We have nothing going, Will. Don’t you get that? You can afford to mess around. You have nothing at stake here.”

 He had more than she realized.

 “I need to get back to the guests. Bella and James just arrived.”

 He gripped her elbow before she could turn from him. “Stop. Give me two minutes.”

 Tucking her hair behind her ears, she nodded. “No more.”

 Will slid his thumb beneath her eyes. “You’re exhausted. I don’t like you working so hard, Cat.”

 “Some of us don’t have a choice.”

 If she were his woman, she’d never work a day in her life.

 Wait. What was he saying? She wasn’t his woman and he wasn’t looking to make her his lifelong partner, either. Marriage or any type of committed relationship was sure as hell not something he was ready to get into. Yes, he wanted her and wanted to spend time with her, but anything beyond that wasn’t on his radar just yet.

 Gliding his hands over her shoulders, he started to massage the tense muscles. His thumbs grazed the sides of her neck. Cat let out a soft moan as she let her head fall back against the door.

 “What are you doing to me?” she groaned.

 “Giving you the break you’ve needed.”

 Will couldn’t tear his gaze from her parted lips, couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing how she would look when he made love to her...when, not if.

 “I really need to get back.” Cat lifted her head and her lids fluttered open. “But this feels so good.”

 Will kept massaging. “I want to make you feel better,” he muttered against her lips. “Let me take you home tonight, Cat.”

 On a sigh, she shook her head and reached up to squeeze his hands, halting his movements. “You have to know your father thinks something is going on with us.”

 Will stilled. “Did he say something to you?”

 Her eyes darted away. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m a maid. You’re a billionaire ready to take on the world. We have different goals, Will.”

 Yeah, and the object of his main goal was plastered against his body.

 Will gripped her face between his palms and forced her to look straight at him. “What did he say?”

 “I’m just fully aware of my role in this family and it’s not as your mistress.”

 Fury bubbled through Will. “Patrick Rowling does not dictate my sex life and he sure as hell doesn’t have a clue what’s going on with us.”