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“Really what? You’re so demanding, Max Whitlock. What did your last maid die of? Huh?” I asked him, and he chuckled.
“She died ’cause she didn’t tell me she loved me back.” He tapped my nose, and I wiggled on his lap.
“Well, I guess I better tell you, then,” I said softly, gazing deep into his eyes. “I love you, Max Whitlock. I love everything thing about you. I can’t believe I found you. I can’t believe I can stand you, but I do. You’re the yin to my yang and you push me to be my authentic self.” I kissed him softly. “I would like to work for your publishing company,” I admitted. “This internship has been great, but I don’t think it’s my passion.”
“Because I’m your passion?” He grinned at me, his eyes bright as he ran his fingers over my breasts. “Because you can’t keep your hands off of me.”
“You are full of yourself, Max Whitlock.” I laughed. “Do you really think I’m a good writer?”
“The best I’ve ever read.” He grinned and pulled me back on the bed and into his arms. “I want to spend the rest of my life reading your books, Polly. And making love to you. And arguing and sparring with you. And showering with you. And teasing you.”
“Is there anything you don’t want to do?” I asked breathlessly as he held me to his chest. I could hear his heart racing as he rubbed my back. I reached my hand up and touched the side of his face.
“Nope. I want to spend the rest of this life with you, exploring and loving, and laughing,” he said, kissing the top of my forehead. “You’re one in a million, Polly Campbell, and I’m never letting you go.”
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The final book in the series is, Sorry, You’ve Got The Wrong Number and is Chelsea Campbell’s book.
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"You up? I had the steamiest dream about you."
"Sorry, I think you've got the wrong number, but please continue if you want to."
When I sent the steamy midnight text with a sensual photo, I knew exactly who I was sending it to. I'd taken the phone number from my older sister's phone because I knew she didn't want me flirting with her boyfriend's best friend and business partner. So when he pretended he didn't know who I was, I decided to go along with it. Having an illicit text relationship with someone I'd been forbidden from flirting with was fun and exciting.
My sisters think that because I'm the youngest, I should listen to everything they have to say, but I don't agree. They think dating Travis Chandler would be a big mistake, but I find the lawyer utterly adorable. It was true, that in person, he seemed a little boring, but when we chat at night, he knew how to steam up my screen. When he says he wants to stop texting and start calling, I'm all in. In fact, I'm ready to take our relationship to the next level. No matter what my sisters think.
The odd thing is that Travis's voice doesn't sound the same on the phone as in person. And the questions he asks me leave me puzzled. The man on the phone definitely knows who I am, but he almost seems to know too much. When I go to the firm's office party, I decided to ask him to come clean about our nightly chats, but Travis has no idea what I am talking about.
That's when I start to realize that maybe my sisters were right. Perhaps I do act before I think. Because now I've gone and got myself in a highly complex situation. Because now Mr. Wrong Number wants to take it offline, and I soon realize that he's the last person I ever would have wanted to send NSFW texts to. I soon realize that I’ve made a big mistake.
