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“It’s four thirty in the afternoon over there.”
“What if he’s forgotten about me?”
“You’ll call to remind him.”
Out of excuses, I pulled out my phone, typing in William’s number. I added an untraceable code ahead of it before hitting call.
It rang once.
It rang twice.
“Hello?” His sexy voice crossed the line, and I almost forgot why I was calling. “Hello?”
“Heh-loh, mate.” I attempted my best British accent.
“Who the hell is this?”
“Someone across the pond you might know…”
“What the hell are you doing?”Kristin mouthed, looking at me like I’d lost my mind.
“How did you get this number?” he asked.
“You um…” I tried to remember the word from a historical, British romance. “You relinquished it to me a few weeks ago.”
“I guarantee that Ididn’t,” he said. “I only give it to a select few. What’s the name of the press that put you up to this?”
“Press?” I racked my brain for what the American English term for that was. “No press. I’m calling because…”
Drop the accent and tell him you want sex.
“I don’t appreciate you calling my personal line to try me, and I don’t appreciate playing these games.” His voice was suddenly terse.“If you wanted a direct quote or a picture from me, there’s a far more ethical way to do this.”
Here we go with this picture bullshit.I rolled my eyes, remembering his initial arrogance from my birthday all over again.
“Look. I was actually calling because—”
“It doesn’t matter.” He interrupted. “Hang up now, tell whoever you’re with that they need to get a life, and don’t you dare ever—”
“Cheerio, you fucking wanker!” I hung up in his face.
Kristin sighed. “Well, that was…something.”
“He honestly believes that he’s so damn attractive that every woman on this planet wants a picture of him.” I bit into the bagel. “I think my days of fantasizing about him are officially over.”
“Happy to hear that.” She smiled. “At some point this weekend, I need you to give me a few recommendations before my next episode. I have a guest who wants to read the filthiest romance books that were released this year, and—”
“He hummed while his tongue was on my clit.” The words tumbled out of my mouth as cream cheese hit my lips. “It’s like he was talking directly to my pussy as he was going down on me. Did I ever tell you that part?”
“Jesus Christ, Chloe…”
