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One problem. I don’t have his number.
I’ve never had it.
I’ve never beenallowedto have it.
For years, he’s existed in my memory, and now he’s spinning circles around my reality.
“Antonio, do you happen to have the contact details for Señor Grayson?” I say, addressing the tall Colombian walking beside me as we make our way down to the parking lot.
He reels it off by heart, and then proceeds to do the same with a further four.
“He hasfivephones?” I splutter.
“And he replaces them frequently,señorita. Some days he has six. He’s a very busy man.”
Of course, he does. He’s a telephonic megalomaniac, as well as a sinner and a heartbreaker.
“Okay, then tell me which one he’s most likely to pick up.”
He grins and repeats the first. I tap it into my phone as I slide into the backseat of the waiting vehicle.
It rings once before it’s snatched up.
“Yes?” Edier’s voice is more a growl than a greeting.
“It’s me,” I stammer.
“Mi Cielo.” Instantly, his voice softens. “Did you get the dresses?”
“I did. I just wanted to call and say thank you.”
“Such impeccable manners,” he purrs, managing to make three words sound so sexy I’m close to purring too. “Next time we meet, you’ll get down on your knees and thank me another way.”
“Nope,” I croak, ramming my legs together to kill the heat. “Sorry to be a buzzkill, but if I kneel, I’ll never get up again without screaming for all the wrong reasons. My lupus joints don’t work that way.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Then I’ll get down on mine and eat out your needy little pussy,Bonita, until you beg and plead for more.Thatwill be my reward.”
“Stop, please stop,” I hiss, blushing hard. I glance at the two stoic silent men sitting in the front seat, pretending not to listen. “I’m not doing this now, Edier.”
“Are you in the car?”
“Yes.”
“My ears only,” he snaps, coming over all growly and possessive, and then he’s silent for a moment. “I can’t come over tonight. I have business.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to.”
He mutters something in Spanish that tells me he’s torn. “Just know that I fucking want to.”
“Maybe it's fate,” I say idly. “Maybe I’ve realized it’s not sensible at this stage in my career to be sleeping with my new Boss’s boss.”
“What if your boss’s boss doesn’t take no for an answer? Now, hit the privacy screen button,Mi Cielo. These walls have eyes and ears. I trust very few, after you.”
He trusts me.
I don’t know why that makes things flutter even harder, but it does.
After pressing the button, I sit back and rest my head against the seat. He’s making me dizzy with his frenetic back and forth again. He’s building me up on shifting sands, and any minute now he could sink me.
