She noticed that her heart was fluttering rapidly behind her rib cage. It was a combination of nervousness and of excitement. It was the same way she'd felt any time in her life when she was about to go out on the first date with a man.
But this isn't a date, she thought. It's not even close. It's just Wyatt and I finishing a bottle of wine. Of course, it will just be two of us. I guess that part is a first. Still, though, it is not a date.
Lily took one last glance in the mirror, and then turned to leave her bedroom. She wasn't about to be late for her non-date.
Chapter 19
Wyatt
Wyatt loosened his tie and headed toward his closet. His belly was full with the best steak he'd ever eaten and he was still shaking his head in awe because of it.
That was so good, he thought. Lily pulled it off, just like she had promised.
He slipped out of his suit and hung it up on a hangar. Then dug through his clothes to find a polo shirt and a pair of slacks. As he got dressed, his mind was on Lily. He wasn't just thinking about the meal she'd just made, though. He was thinking about how fast the time was moving and that he only had one more night of her living with him.
I really don't want to see her go, he thought, making his way to his bathroom to comb his hair. It's been so incredible having her here.
Wyatt knew that Lily would go home at some point, but now that they only had one evening left, it suddenly felt very real. It didn't matter that she lived close and that she'd still come over to see Maggie once in a while. Having h
er actually live there was different. It made him feel so connected to her.
He combed his dark hair to the side and let out a long sigh.
“I guess it is what it is,” he whispered to himself.
Then he spun around and left the bedroom, making his way downstairs. When he turned the corner into the kitchen, he saw that Lily was standing at the counter. She was facing away from him as she filled up the wine glasses.
Holy shit, he thought, doing a double take.
He hadn't expected to come downstairs to see her all dressed up like this. His eyes moved down her back, immediately dropping to her ass. Her silky green dress just barely covered it up. It was short enough so that, if a slight breeze came through or if she bent over even the tiniest amount, it would have slid up to reveal what was underneath.
Wyatt swallowed hard and look away, only to bring his attention back to her the next second.
My God, he thought, shaking his head in awe.
The material of the dress was thin and clung tightly to her body. He could see the lines of her panties underneath it. She was wearing booty shorts, the kind that only covered up half of her butt cheeks and left the other half exposed. Wyatt didn't think that there was anything sexier on a woman than that.
His heart beat quickly, pumping blood through his body. His cock began to swell underneath the front of his slacks.
“Fuck,” he whispered, without even thinking about it.
Lily spun around. She had a glass in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. She seemed very surprised to see him standing there.
“Did you say something?” she asked.
Wyatt cleared his throat, then stepped up close to the center island so that she couldn't see his bulge in the front of his slacks.
“What? No, I didn't say anything,” he said, clearing his throat again.
She just smiled and approached the opposite side of the island, setting the glass and wine bottle down. “You still up for finishing this bottle?”
He nodded. “Yeah, of course.”
“Good,” she said, then grabbed a second glass and set it in front of Wyatt.
His eyes moved down her front, following the lines of her collar bones toward the center of her chest. The dress had a low cut and between it, her firm cleavage spilled out. He drew in a quick breath as lust surged through him.
Why did she get dressed up like this? He thought. Just to torture me?