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He laughs. “You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t mean to complain after the second.”
He moves a bit closer to me and nuzzles my ear. “I know. It was an excuse to torture you, that’s all.”
“I quite like being tortured.”
“Good.”
“Even though now I’ve lost the use of my limbs.”
He chuckles. “You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever met.”
“I think that says more about the girls you’ve met than about me.”
But he bends his head and kisses my lips, and I sigh, powerless to stop him, even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
When he finally moves back, I say, “You should ring Saxon now.”
He groans. “Shit, I forgot. Yeah, I should.” He sighs. “Do you mind if I do it from here?”
“In bed? Doesn’t sound very professional.”
“It’s only Saxon. He won’t care. He’s rung me from the bath before.”
I chuckle. “All right.” I push myself up with a groan. “God. I feel as if I’ve been run over.”
“Good sex should always make you feel like a cartoon character flattened by a piano,” he says. Laughing, he leans over the bed to collect the laptop case sitting beside it.
I poke my tongue out at him, finally manage to get to my feet, and pad over to the bathroom. “So rude,” I mutter, going inside.
I take off my makeup and splash some water on my face. Then I spot one of Titus’s T-shirts lying on a chair, so I put it on. It’s far too big, but it smells of him, which I like. I go back out, just as he says, “Morning.” He’s sitting up in bed, his back against the pillows, lit by the lamp.
“Hey,” Saxon says. “I guess I should say good evening?”
“Yeah, it’s eleven p.m. here.” Titus’s gaze slides to me as I come out. His lips curve up as he sees me in his T-shirt, and he nods as I gesture to the bed, so I slide in beside him, making sure to stay out of camera shot.
The guy on the screen is in an office that’s obviously a few floors up because behind him I can see across the harbor. The sea is an iron-gray, topped with white horses, and wintry rain beats against the window. Saxon looks enough like Titus that it’s clear they’re related—good-looking, dark-haired, although he has a neat beard and mustache. He looks smart in a navy suit, white shirt, and blue-and-silver-striped tie. He lifts his eyebrows. “Not alone, dude?”
“No,” Titus says, “so be polite.”
“Hello, Heidi,” Saxon says with a smirk, even though I’m sure he can’t see me.
I stare in surprise at Titus, who looks embarrassed. “I might have mentioned you,” he says.
“Extolled your virtues for two whole pages in his email, more like,” Saxon replies.
Titus rolls his eyes. “Jesus. Don’t exaggerate.”
“A page and a half, then. Don’t I get to see the lovely lady?”
“I’ve just taken off all my makeup,” I say with a laugh, but I turn the laptop so I’m visible in the picture in the corner, and shyly smooth back my hair. God, I still look just-fucked. “Hello.”
He smiles. “Hey, Heidi,” he says softly. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise. It looks a bit wintry out there. Is that Auckland Harbor behind you?”
“Yeah, I’m in Titus’s office. It’s fucking horrible today, pardon my French. The biggest rainfall in July for something like fifty years. You’re definitely in the best place. What have you been up to?”
