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“I knew you'd see things my way.” Smooth as velvet, Seb's voice had me stifling a moan. Suddenly uncomfortable, I sat on the bed and shifted to maneuver my legs so I could rub my thighs together to try to relieve the needy ache. One that grew low in my belly and quickly spread everywhere, the hot, tingling sensation lighting every nerve ending on fire.
“Oh, you did, did you?” I teased. “Why would you think I'd cave?”
I could practically hear Seb’s grin. “Because I'm a charming bastard.”
This time, I couldn't suppress the laugh. “You forgot cocky.”
“Trust me,” he said. His low, rumbling tone sent erotic vibrations straight between my thighs. “Trust me. I never forget how cocky I am.”
My jaw d
ropped at his unmistakable innuendo. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, when Seb burst out laughing. I joined in, the sound addictive. The two of us went on and on, cackling like a couple of kids.
“You're ridiculous,” I said when I finally caught my breath.
“Yep.”
“Hmmm.”
“Oh no. I'm not letting you get away with hmmm, this time. Tell me what you’re thinking, even if it's bad. I'm a big boy. I can take it.”
“You sure are,” I joked. My face burst into flames and I clapped a hand over my mouth. I could not believe I said that. It wasn't like me. At least, not the Kylie I knew. I wasn't bold and brave. But maybe it was who I was supposed to be, free and flirty and yes, a little bit naughty. It felt good so I decided to go with it.
“Oh sweetheart, you're tempting me to reacquaint you with exactly how big I am. In fact, when can I see you again?”
Unable to control myself, I giggled again, acting like a teenager with a crush. My flushed skin burned hot as a fresh wave of desire rushed from the top of my scalp to the bottom of my feet. If Seb’s words were the kindling, then his deep voice was the match. One strike and my insides incinerated.
“Um, you want to see me again?”
“Well, yeah? That is why I asked for your phone number.” There was an uncomfortable pause when I didn't answer right away. “Let me help you out. I'm free tomorrow and I don't have another game until Tuesday.”
Which I already knew because of Rocco.
I covered the receiver so Seb wouldn't hear my snort. In no way did I want him to know my brother was Rocco Calloway. In fact, I couldn't imagine a worse scenario. It was highly likely there wasn’t anything that would send Seb running faster in the opposite direction than knowing I was related to his sworn enemy.
“Okay. I think… I think that sounds good.”
Seb chuckled. “You think it sounds good? Wow. That's a ringing endorsement if I ever heard one.”
My cheeks ached from smiling so much. “No. I mean yes. I mean, I don't work tomorrow, so it works for me.”
“Perfect, I'll text you to arrange a time to pick you up.”
I think I stopped breathing. Pick me up? There would be no picking me up. We were having a clandestine affair. The kind with secret meet ups and stolen moments and awesome sex, not coming to my house and picking me up as if it were a… a date!
Sebastien St. Clair could not pick me up in front of the building. Knowing Rocco, he'd have his nose pressed to the glass the minute I stepped onto the sidewalk.
“Oh, that's not necessary. I'll just meet you wherever.”
There was a brief pause before Seb replied. "It's really not a bother to pick you up."
The way Seb said it reminded me of Rocco, the “end of story” implied. From experience, I knew there was no point arguing. In Seb’s mind, the decision was made.
“Fine.” My stomach did a flip and a knot of butterflies exploded. I should have said no. This was such a bad idea. Yet I kept going. “Let me know what time you’ll be here and I'll meet you downstairs. You don't need to park and come all the way up.”
If Seb refused to compromise, it meant the end of our very brief tryst. Hell would freeze over before I chanced Seb knocking on my door, potentially ending up face to face with Rocco.
“That sounds good.”
