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She listened to him recite his telephone number. Twice. She checked the time. It was almost eleven. She pondered if it was too late to call. Being ex-army, wasn’t he used to late hours?
Tiffany dialed his number and waited. She prepared to leave a message, but was startled when Ivan picked on the second ring.
“Oh…hi. It’s Tiffany. I hope I’m not disturbing you. I didn’t know if it was too late to call.”
“Of course not.” There was surprise in his voice. “Are you available on Monday to go over my proposal?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Great, how about three o’clock?”
“That’s fine.”
“Good. See you Monday.”
She nodded as though he could see her.
“Good night, Tiffany. Have a great weekend.”
Unable to stop herself, she grinned at his use of her name.
“Good night, Ivan, and you do the same.”
Tiffany returned her phone to the nightstand and replayed the conversation in her head. His voice was so sexy. It resonated in her ear when he said her name. A tingle shot down her spine. Unable to help herself, Tiffany thought about seeing him again.
Being attracted to him would probably turn out to be a colossal waste of time, but for right now, in this moment, she allowed herself to revel in the excitement of how he made her feel. After turning out the light and pulling up the covers, she closed her eyes, and Ivan instantly appeared—just as sexy and compelling as he was in person. Her stomach quivered in reaction as though he were standing right there.
For tonight, the image of Ivan Mangum would have to do.
Chapter 4
The weekend flew by for Tiffany. On Monday, at three o’clock on the dot, Ivan walked through the door.
“Welcome back,” she said.
“Thanks. I spotted a coffee shop down the street. I thought we could go there and talk.”
“That’s fine. I’ll get my purse.”
Tiff
any went into the back room and retrieved her purse from a cabinet. She used a small mirror to freshen her makeup.
It’s not a date, she scolded herself while applying lipstick. Tiffany returned to where Ivan was waiting. He held the door for her as they stepped outside into the afternoon sun.
“So how long have you been in the area?” he asked conversationally.
“A few years. I’m originally from Baltimore. I’m an only child, and thought that it was time to change scenery. I came here for a job and never left.”
“Are you close with your parents?”
“For the most part. I miss having them nearby, but they visit when they can. Separately, of course. Together would be a definite nightmare, since they’re divorced.
“And since my business started, I haven’t really had the chance to get there as often as I’d like.”
“What do your parents do?”
“My father is a principal at a high school, and my mother works in human resources at a global investment firm downtown.” She turned to him. “What about you?”
