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I swore my heart started panting.
Send him to voicemail—that was the only answer.
I grabbed the phone and hitAnswer. “This is Lyn.”
“Can I call you Lyn? Are we friends now?” His voice was huskier than normal, like he was tired. Which must be why he was more playful than I was used to.
I let out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I’ll allow it tonight.” It was easy to keep the teasing in my voice—I was so much happier to hear from him than I should be. I almost didn’t care if he was calling to make a buy pitch.
Almost.
“In that case, Lyn, I called to tell you I caught the show today, with Roxie. You sounded fantastic.”
My heart lapped up the simple praise, and my mind had lost any ground in thestay removedargument. It was going to make one final push anyway. “Did you tune in to make sure Irepresented your future brand appropriately?”
“Is that what you want me to say?”
“Do I strike you as atell me what I want to hearkind of person?” I playfully turned a version of his question from the other day back on him.
He chuckled. “Not even close. I turned it on to hear you—hand to God. If Kingston had told me you had such a sexy voice, even without the visuals...”
“You’re one to talk.” I didn’t mean to let that slip, but this was too easy. “Pun not intended? Was that a pun?”
“If you stretch your imagination a little... Or a lot.”
“I’ve got a pretty vivid imagination.” Right now, for instance, it was whispering completely inappropriate things in my ear, in Owen’s voice, while it pictured his fingers trailing over my body.
“I usually don’t, but... Anyway, you sounded good.”
What had he been going to say? “You can’t leave it at that. But what?” I asked.
“It’s not business related.”
“That’s not dispelling my curiosity.”
“You were warned.” The way he saidwarnedadded a new layer to the fantasy, that somehow led to my ass being slapped. “But my imagination runs rampant when I’m talking to you.”
Me too. Great, my brain had sided with my body and heart now. “I was warned.” This was when I should call it a night. Thank him for tuning into Roxie, and hang up. I lay back in bed, phone to my ear. “How’s... Where are you today?”
“Chicago. It’s windy. You also don’t strike me as alet’s discuss the weatherkind of person.”
Only if I had to, and it was one of the last things I wanted to be doing with Owen. “Make a lot of assumptions about the kind of person I am?”
“No more than you make about me.”
Touché. “What else have you assumed?”
“I assume you’re in bed, wearing something that makes you look delectable—Fuck,I wasn’t going to say that.”
Heat flooded me. Flirt or shut him down? “No take backs.” Like I was going to give myself any choice. “And you’re right. My pussy is on display for anyone to see who walks in the room.”
Nothing.
Did I just screw up big time?
“Show me.” Owen’s tone left no room for argument.
Which made me specifically want to argue, even just teasingly. “I don’t send pictures of myself toanyone. But maybe, if you asked really nicely, I’d consider a neck-down shot?”
