The bed shook with his return. He leaned over and put a finger over my mouth. “Kate. Trust me.”
“Fine. But I’m changing in the bathroom.”
He scowled.
“The first time you see me naked will not be changing into your pajamas, for crying out loud.” I grabbed his top and stomped off to change quickly in the bathroom, grumbling to myself the whole time.
I was still cranky when I came back to stand by the bed.
“Don’t be mad. Though you are quite cute when you jut that bottom lip out.” He handed me the glasses I’d taken off while removing the tape from my boobs earlier. Boy, I thought this night would go very differently. I might need to sharpen my seduction skills.
I took my glasses and frowned in question.
Charlie climbed on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. His gaze lingered over my exposed legs. Freshly shaven for no reason,apparently. “Nuh-uh,” I said and leaned down to cover my legs. “Don’t even think about it now. You don’t get to see me naked before I get a seductive strip tease out of you now. And it will be good; straight out of my fantasies.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I always did love your imagination.” He grinned with a shake of his head before he lifted an arm and gestured for me. “But for now, come here.”
I blinked up at him. I’d really thought …
“Comehere,” he repeated with a smile.
“When you said you were going to keep me up all night, I’m gonna be honest, I had something else in mind.”
Begrudgingly, I did as told and scooted closer until my head rested on his chest. He wrapped me up, holding the phone where we could both see it.
He rumbled a deep “Hmm.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
At that exact moment, his phone lit up with an incoming call from “Tiny Polish Terror.” I snorted, rather unladylike. Charlie’s eyes widened in abject horror. “That was not part of the plan. It’s Agata,” he said. “I have to get this.” For all his huffing and puffing, Charlie clearly loved her.
I grinned at his tenderness for the woman and said, “Of course.” At the same time, I pulled the covers up to hide, suddenly feeling very shy.
“What time is it there?” I asked from under the blanket. It was after two a.m. in LA.
“Morning. She’s probably up feeding the chickens. She knows I’m always awake. Are—are you hiding?”
“No,” I said. From my hiding place.
“Get out here. I want her to meet you.” He pushed the blanket down as he answered the call.
My fuzzy head appeared in the corner of the screen, and I tried to pull away, but he tugged me right back in view. The only thing visible on our end was what I thought might be a shoulder? Maybe a chin? The phone shook so much it was hard to tell.
“Your cock is out of control,” a woman’s accented voice yelled.
“I assure you, it is not,” Charlie said, with a glance to the blankets. “Though it’s quite grumpy about it.”
“Charlie!” I hissed.
He laughed. “Agata, love. We’ve talked about this. You have to move the camera up.”
The hissy static of a shuffling phone was combined with quiet murmurs in a language I didn’t understand. “Ugh, why you want to see this old face anyway?”
“You’re the light of my life, Agata. I need to see you.” Charlie, the dirty flirt.
“Oh, I see Mister Charlie is in a good mood. Mister funny man, haha.” Agata frowned at the screen and then moved so close to the camera only the top of a white-blond eyebrow and forehead were visible. She gasped. “Pretty American?”
I tried to slide away and back under the covers, but Charlie held firm. “The prettiest,” he confirmed. “This is Kate.”
