“Uh, not long from now. About three thirty.”
I swear down at the phone, shaking my head. “Then I’d better head off now. Where will I find her?”
“I’ll tell her to wait for you outside the main reception building,” Rick says. “Thanks, Ed. You’re a good pal.”
“Sure am,” I mutter, ending the call and beginning to walk quickly. I was going to have to hop on the Tube and hope I didn’t hit any delays if I was going to get to her in time. Trust Rick to spring something like this on me.
By the time I get off the Tube at the familiar stop and rush over to the campus, I think I’m going to miss the tour altogether – but a glance at my watch tells me I'll be there with a couple of minutes to spare. Casting a look around, I can’t see Casey anywhere. I walk towards the main reception, staying alert. I expect she’ll be coming towards me any time soon.
There’s a young woman standing in front of the doors that I can’t help but admire as I wait. She stands with her back to me, but all I can see are the curves of her body – and I like what I see. She’s dressed in a white shirt over a pair of white jeans, and platform sandals to give her a little extra height, with blonde hair spilling down her back. Her voluptuous body looks ready to burst out of the top, tailored with tight paneling that hugs her perfectly. I can’t stop looking at her round, apple bottom ass, packed into those jeans that look like they must have been painted on her.
She begins to turn around, and I hold my breath, ready to see what this vixen looks like from the front. My eyes cross her body, taking in large breasts trapped under the tight shirt, lovely wide hips, and –
“Casey?” I ask, blinking in surprise.
“Edward?” she replies, sounding just as awestruck as I am.
But she can’t be – I’m so blown away it’s ridiculous. I could never have imagined that the girl I was going to meet – the girl I remember – could have grown up to look like this. She’s gorgeous, from head to toe. Those bright blue eyes are the only thing that hasn’t changed, and the rest of her… I can see she’s not a girl anymore. She’s a woman, and a beautiful one at that.
I have to pick my jaw up off the ground. I’m staring at her like an idiot. I know I should say something, but my brain is fighting with my dick over whether we should be turned on by her or not. She’s hot – smoking, actually. But she’s also Rick’s daughter.
And even knowing that, I want her with an instant and primal fierceness. I want to make her mine, and I don’t know how I’m going to be able to hold back that urge.
CHAPTER TWO
Casey
“Casey?”
I look at the man calling my name in surprise, and then it registers. It’s him. It’s Edward.
“Edward?” I reply, totally lost for a moment in the awe of thinking that this is the man who is taking me on my tour. When Dad said he was sending one of his old friends to take me on a tour because he went to King’s once, I had no idea it was going to be Edward. In typical Dad fashion, this was all organized at the last minute and he didn’t give me any real details.
But it’s more than that. I haven’t seen Edward since I was fifteen, and while I thought he was kind of hot at the time, I’d forgotten about him for the most part after he moved to England. I was just a silly teen then, more obsessed with staring at my phone and wondering if the school’s quarterback even knew what my name was, and I didn’t pay enough attention to him at the party. With my Dad hovering over me, it was hard to think about whether this older guy was hot or not.
But he is. He definitely is. And that makes everything so much more awkward.
He and my Dad met and became friends in college, which means he probably sees me as a little kid just starting on a journey he made twenty years ago. There’s very little chance of him even looking at me twice, especially considering he’s been my Dad’s friend for a really long time.
Which is a shame, because he is seriously handsome. He’s wearing a black suit with a thin black tie, and a crisp white shirt underneath it. The weather is warm – I was almost expecting perpetual rain for my trip in London, but this summer heat is apparently normal for the season – but he looks cool and collected. Meanwhile, I’m regretting the full coverage my white shirt and jeans give me. I wish I’d put on a dress to cool down in.
I realize all of a sudden that we’re both staring at each other, not saying a word, and a flush comes to my cheeks. “You’re giving me the tour today?”
“Oh, we aren’t joining an official tour?” Edward asks. “Your Dad said I needed to meet you at half past three so you wouldn’t miss the start.”
I roll my eyes. Dad is seriously hopeless. “I took an official tour this morning, at nine thirty,” I tell him. “I bet he got confused with the time zones. I’d still love an inside look, though. Those tours are always the official story – I want to know what it’s really like.”
“Of course, a lot has probably changed since I studied here though,” Edward says, slipping his hands into his pockets. “But if you don’t mind me gaping at all the new buildings and the changes…”
“I don’t mind at all,” I tell him. We turn together and fall into step, Edward seeming to decide on exactly where he will take me first.
I hardly know what
