half of it down in one go, in a somewhat unladylike manner that was in contrast to my dressed-up state.
“Um, what on earth was that back there?” Dana glanced from me to Carrie and back to me again.
Carrie took a large swig of her drink. “It would appear that Jensen’s a bit taken with our lovely Emma here.”
“You think? I could feel the sexual tension oozing off him and he wasn’t even looking at me!” Dana shook her head. “Far out Em. You’d better be careful, because he looked like he was going to devour you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic…he was probably just being friendly.”
Carrie laughed. “Trust me, there was absolutely nothing friendly about the way he looked at you. Nothing at all.”
“Well either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m steering clear of him tonight. Can we find our table now please?”
The ballroom was spectacular, the old world charm apparent in every detail. Our table was a few rows back and the rest of the team was there when we arrived. I was seated between James and Carrie who, somewhere between starters and mains, decided that my accent was completely hilarious.
Carrie clapped her hands, bouncing on her seat like a child. “Say something else in Australian!”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “You do realize we actually speak the same language, don’t you?”
“You know what I mean, give us an Aussie one-liner. They sound so funny.”
“Fine.” I paused momentarily, thinking of something quintessentially Australian and dialling up my accent. “ Throw anutha shrimp on tha bar-bee, luv!”
“Sounds like this table is the place to be.”
I jumped at the sound of Will’s voice and turned to find him standing right behind me, arms resting on my chair back.
James offered his hand to Will. “Hey Jensen, how’s it going?”
He moved to stand between me and James and gave a few small waves and nods to the team around the table before grinning at the three of us. If I hadn’t already been sitting, the grin alone might have bowled me over.
“What’s so funny over here? I could hear you laughing halfway across the room.”
Carrie clapped her hands together. “We’ve been making Em say things in her Australian accent.” She prodded my arm. “Say something else!”
Mortified, I shook my head. “No way, I’m done with the accent game tonight. You’ll have to find something else to amuse you.”
James tipped his drink my way. “Oh, c’mon Em…just do one for Jensen.”
I looked up to Will who was looking at me with one eyebrow cocked. “Trust me, you really don’t want to hear this.”
He grinned. “Really? Because I kinda think I do.”
Carrie laughed from behind me and slapped my hand. “See Em? Do another one, please?”
Getting flustered, I looked from Will to Carrie and then to James. “No! Just…No! No more accent game. We’re done. Finished with the accent game.”
Will sighed. “Okay, we get it. You don’t want to play anymore.” I flinched as he pulled my chair out from the table. “Come on, let’s go dance then.”
It’s funny how true the concept of selective hearing can be sometimes. The volume of Will’s voice hadn’t changed at all since joining our conversation, yet for some reason every person at the table seemed to hear that .
All ten pairs of eyes moved to Will’s face, and silence descended.
I laughed, the embarrassed kind you do in an effort to not sound embarrassed…which made me sound completely embarrassed. “It’s too early to dance, Will.”
Will grinned. “Since when has it ever been too early for dancing?” He narrowed his eyes. “Unless you do want to keep playing the accent game.”
I swallowed. “I…Ah, sure, I guess a dance would be nice.”
Feeling ten pairs of eyes on me, I slowly put my napkin on the table as Will pulled my chair out further. Glancing toward Dana and Carrie I silently pleaded with them, although for what, I wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter anyway as all I
“Um, what on earth was that back there?” Dana glanced from me to Carrie and back to me again.
Carrie took a large swig of her drink. “It would appear that Jensen’s a bit taken with our lovely Emma here.”
“You think? I could feel the sexual tension oozing off him and he wasn’t even looking at me!” Dana shook her head. “Far out Em. You’d better be careful, because he looked like he was going to devour you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic…he was probably just being friendly.”
Carrie laughed. “Trust me, there was absolutely nothing friendly about the way he looked at you. Nothing at all.”
“Well either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m steering clear of him tonight. Can we find our table now please?”
The ballroom was spectacular, the old world charm apparent in every detail. Our table was a few rows back and the rest of the team was there when we arrived. I was seated between James and Carrie who, somewhere between starters and mains, decided that my accent was completely hilarious.
Carrie clapped her hands, bouncing on her seat like a child. “Say something else in Australian!”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “You do realize we actually speak the same language, don’t you?”
“You know what I mean, give us an Aussie one-liner. They sound so funny.”
“Fine.” I paused momentarily, thinking of something quintessentially Australian and dialling up my accent. “ Throw anutha shrimp on tha bar-bee, luv!”
“Sounds like this table is the place to be.”
I jumped at the sound of Will’s voice and turned to find him standing right behind me, arms resting on my chair back.
James offered his hand to Will. “Hey Jensen, how’s it going?”
He moved to stand between me and James and gave a few small waves and nods to the team around the table before grinning at the three of us. If I hadn’t already been sitting, the grin alone might have bowled me over.
“What’s so funny over here? I could hear you laughing halfway across the room.”
Carrie clapped her hands together. “We’ve been making Em say things in her Australian accent.” She prodded my arm. “Say something else!”
Mortified, I shook my head. “No way, I’m done with the accent game tonight. You’ll have to find something else to amuse you.”
James tipped his drink my way. “Oh, c’mon Em…just do one for Jensen.”
I looked up to Will who was looking at me with one eyebrow cocked. “Trust me, you really don’t want to hear this.”
He grinned. “Really? Because I kinda think I do.”
Carrie laughed from behind me and slapped my hand. “See Em? Do another one, please?”
Getting flustered, I looked from Will to Carrie and then to James. “No! Just…No! No more accent game. We’re done. Finished with the accent game.”
Will sighed. “Okay, we get it. You don’t want to play anymore.” I flinched as he pulled my chair out from the table. “Come on, let’s go dance then.”
It’s funny how true the concept of selective hearing can be sometimes. The volume of Will’s voice hadn’t changed at all since joining our conversation, yet for some reason every person at the table seemed to hear that .
All ten pairs of eyes moved to Will’s face, and silence descended.
I laughed, the embarrassed kind you do in an effort to not sound embarrassed…which made me sound completely embarrassed. “It’s too early to dance, Will.”
Will grinned. “Since when has it ever been too early for dancing?” He narrowed his eyes. “Unless you do want to keep playing the accent game.”
I swallowed. “I…Ah, sure, I guess a dance would be nice.”
Feeling ten pairs of eyes on me, I slowly put my napkin on the table as Will pulled my chair out further. Glancing toward Dana and Carrie I silently pleaded with them, although for what, I wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter anyway as all I
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