On the line, she laughed so throatily, his cock took an interest until Splice had to heel over the bastard to calm down.
“Just call me Nurse Wolfe, at your service.”
Fuck him.
There was no space before Splice’s mind descended into the gutter with that invitation. He wouldn’t mind roleplaying something sexy with her.
“Unless you want me to turn into a filthy pervert, let’s swerve from that path, sweetheart. Tell me what shit you were working on today. Did you eat?”
“Oh.” She exhaled, and the sound swirled around Splice’s torso, hitting all the hot spots in his abdomen. When alone, or even when he was in the company of his brotherhood, Splice, since the day he’d seen Lisa again for the first time, hadn’t stopped the train of thought about her. The more his thoughts turned to her, the more he wanted to keep on thinking about her to obsessive levels.
The first time he laid eyes on Lisa, he thought she was the most stunning thing on the planet. Time and space hadn’t changed his mind on that. If anything, she’d gotten more gorgeous, to the point his mind melted into pure filth hearing her voice or seeing her name light up his screen with a message.
He had it bad, and he couldn’t even deny it.
Now he needed to decide which road he wanted to take with her.
Because, as yet, she hadn’t given him a sign, other than their nightly calls, if she wanted more than a friendship.
Having her back in his life felt pretty damn good; he knew that much, and he would not ruin it by being on his worst behavior straight out of the gate.
“Um, yeah, I had dinner with my assistant; it was her birthday.”
“What did you eat?”
“Do you really want to know that, Ryan? It’s boring information.”
“Nothing you tell me is boring, yeah? I enjoy knowing all that you got up to, where the day took you. And yeah, what you ate, so I know you’re not starving.”
“I had the most delicious cake.” She shared.
Splice groaned and leaned his spine against the headboard. It would be an even better conversation if Lisa were lying down next to him with her head on his stomach while he played with her hair.
Let’s make it happen. His mind insisted.
“Now you’re talking my language. I might not know French or Japanese, sweetheart, but cake I know. Tell me in slow detail. Leave nothing out.”
Lisa was laughing down the line, and his mouth quirked, feeling like a giant for amusing her.
“You and your sweet tooth. All your teeth will fall out because of the amount of sugar you eat.”
“Hey, I brush three times a day. Cake, woman! Diamond has cut me off. Big jerk.”
Amidst more laughter, she provided him with a detailed description of the Swiss chocolate cake, complete with its molten core. Lisa’s description of the cake, not the cake itself, caused Splice to groan. Her voice was all sweet and fuckable.
Splice’s conversation remained superficial for an hour, despite his powerful urge to flirt with Lisa.
* * *
A couple of nights later, he fished out his phone again and saw it was only nine p.m. Fucking hell, was the clock going backward? Splice had received an earlier text from Lisa stating that she was working late, which prevented him from calling her before then.
Tomb knocked Splice’s booted foot with his, gesturing a beer bottle to him, asking if he wanted one. They were relaxing in Tomb’s backyard by the fire pit.
He grabbed the beer on reflex, cradling it in his two hands, dangling between his legs.
“Something on your mind? You’re away with the gremlins today.”
Screwing off the cap, he took a long pull from the cold beer. Splice wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and canted his head to the side to look at his buddy, who was relaxing in the same state as him, sitting on garden furniture.
