34. Meghan #2
“I can’t believe he told you about that.”
I grin at the memory. “Honestly, me neither. It was good bonding, but I don’t know how we got on the topic.”
Sebastian arches a dark brow. “Is that when you told him about us fucking in an alley?”
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Just a puff of air.
“That’s what I thought,” Sebastian says smugly .
“I never told him who I had sex with. I could’ve been talking about some other alley fuck I’ve had.”
Sebastian narrows his eyes. “Make a habit out of it, do you?”
“Make a habit out of stealing girls' panties?” I toss back.
He just smirks.
The thought of him with another girl makes me want to claw his eyes out, so I busy myself by slipping my backpack back on and picking up my clipboard.
“Well, thanks for the coffee.”
“You’re welcome.”
I rise. “I should get back to work.”
He stands. “Okay.”
Okay. I give him a little smile and nod and start to walk away. On to the next exhibit. Back to reality.
Except Sebastian is following behind me.
“Umm, what are you doing?” I ask, over my shoulder.
“Working.”
“Working?”
“Yeah, Jackson asked me to supervise you.”
I stop. “Uh, pardon? You supervise me ?”
“Yep.” He leans over, trying to read off my clipboard, so I hug it against my chest. “He said, 'Please watch over Meghan. She’s crazy and I want to make sure my wedding is tasteful.' ”
My jaw drops. “He said that?!”
Sebastian stares at me for a beat. Then the corner of his mouth ticks up. “No.”
“What do you mean, no ?”
“I mean no , he didn’t say that. I’m just messing with ya. But he did tell me I could involve myself if I wanted to. You know, be around to help make it easier on my brother and his workload.”
“Easier on your brother.” I give him my are-you-fucking-kidding-me face.
“You know how Jackson is.” Sebastian rolls his eyes. “He’s all considerate and shit. So he didn’t exactly take into consideration the fact that Samuel is having the time of his life working with you.”
“And yet, here you are,” I gesture to him .
“How could I pass up such a golden opportunity to see the museum after hours?”
I place my fisted hands on my hips. “Pretty sure you could do that any time you want.”
“Perhaps. But the company right now is just so pleasant.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Say that again.” He steps closer. “In your sex voice.”
I laugh and shake my head.
“So, what’s next on the checklist?” Sebastian stands up straight, trying to look professional.
I give him a slow once-over. He’s wearing another pair of perfectly fitted jeans, and a black long-sleeved shirt that looks like it might be a size too small with the way it stretches over his chest muscles.
“This is how you dress for a management position?”
“What?” He holds his arms out and looks down at himself before giving me a pointed look.
It's then I realize that our outfits are alarmingly similar. I’m also in a pair of fitted jeans. And a black, cotton, long-sleeved V-neck shirt. The only difference is my blue tennis shoes, matching my blue velvet backpack, to his solid black skater shoes.
He gently tugs on one of the curls framing my face. “I’d say I dressed perfectly for this role. It’s almost like we were meant to do this together.”
I like that statement a little bit too much. I don’t want to read into it. But, he is here. He did come out of his way to show up. Again.
I really should just be an adult and ask him what exactly he wants. Does he want to date? Does he want a fuck buddy? Does he just want to be friends?
And what do I want?
Sex. I want more sex.
And possibly a relationship. And a happily ever after. And to win the fucking lottery.
I grind my teeth to stop myself from screaming out in frustration.
“I thought the wedding was going to be upstairs?” Sebastian’s question brings me back to the present.
“It is. ”
“So, what are you doing down here?”
Deciding to be an adult, I explain to him about the set up, and what I’m looking for. He asks to see my notes, and since he seems genuinely interested, I show him.
I tell him about my photo ideas for the planet room. How we can get the entire group of wedding attendees on the main three-story staircase, and how cool that’ll look with the bride and groom at the top.
Katelyn and Jackson decided to not have a wedding party, so that allows for more creativity on my end. Plus, it means I won’t get stuck buying some dumbass dress that I’ll never wear again. I don’t care what color it is, or how cute it is. It’ll always be a bridesmaid dress.
We make our way to the human body exhibit and spend way too much time touching everything and examining the thin sliced sections of the human body.
It’s fascinating and disgusting and like every other time with Sebastian, I’m loving every second.
When I see him around other people - in front of the press, with fans, even with most of his teammates - he’s always so serious.
So cut off. But - with me - he’s funny, and clever, and he laughs at my jokes.
He hasn’t been outright flirty, but he’s always nearby.
And he’s found plenty of reasons to put his hands on me.
Turning me to face something. Halting me with a hand on the shoulder.
Guiding me with a hand on my lower back.
His touches have to be deliberate. I’m about ready to start panting, I’m so turned on from all the proximity. But he’s acting like he’s not even affected. I wonder if he knows what he’s doing to me.
“This exhibit is cool, but I think we can both agree that this isn’t wedding appropriate… ” I say, needing to get us moving. Hoping the walk will help to cool me off.
“Fair enough.” Sebastian says as he follows me towards the stairs. “But I can promise you that I’ll be sneaking down here for some sweet selfies the night of.”
“I hear nothing.” But I can already picture myself sneaking off with him.
Leaving the bodies behind, we make our way to the lowest level .
I spread my hands out and spin around. “This. This is where we’ll do the ceremony.”
Sebastian looks around as his smile grows. “Yeah. There’s no better choice.”
“Right?” I smile back. I gesture to a spot in front of us. “Katelyn and Jackson can stand right there. It’s perfect.”
Standing side by side, Sebastian and I look up at the full-size brontosaurus and tyrannosaurus rex skeletons.
He chuckles. “Beauty and the beast.”