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"What?"
Ramiro looked hurt and stacked his palms under his head. "You heard me. Be nice, Carmen. I rescued you from drowning and you repay me by forcing me sleep in that midget couch? What must a man do to earn a night in your bed?"
She was horny and missing Tanner. That's why she thought she heard that very suggestive lilt in his voice. She was projecting her sexual frustration on the nearest available target.
"You can't sleep here with me! I'm engaged!"
"I don't see why not. I respect that ring and you. You, on the other hand . . . "his voice trailed off, and he smiled with irritating innocence at her.
Carmen put her tablet away and stalked to the foot of the bed. "Ramiro, really, isn't it bad enough that I got conked on the head? Is it really so much fun to annoy and torture me?"
He laughed. "More than you think, minx." He patted the space next to him. "Come on, we'll talk about my career later. You need rest. We can watch a movie for another two hours before you can sleep."
"Tanner is not going to like this."
Ramiro made a face. "God. That's why I'm never getting married ever. You start asking permission."
"I am not going to ask his permission!"
"Then what? Tell him that Ramiro Brandt is warming your bed tonight?"
God, Ramiro wouldn't be such an excellent lyricist if he didn't know how to twist words in naughty ways. Carmen grumbled, "No. Of course not."
"I'm just here to protect you and to help you as needed, minx."
"Carmen!" She practically screeched. "My name is Carmen, not minx!"
Ramiro grinned again with his ridiculous, stupid dimples and sparkling emerald eyes. "Are you sure? You certainly act like it. Come to bed, Minx. Oh, but shouldn't you get rid of those cute piercings first? We don't want you screaming awake because they got snagged on a thread or something." He patted the pillows and sighed. "If you ask me, the only good reason for waking up screaming is when you someone is fucking--"
"Finish that sentence and not only will I throw you out, Brandt. I'll tell everyone that the reason you sound so good is because you're a fucking ass."
CHAPTER8
Who the fuck calls this early in the morning? Carmen wondered irritably as she burrowed deeper into the bed in a futile attempt to escape the ringing phone. Bad enough that the ringtone was another Seismic song. She had also put the phone on vibrate mode, rocking loudly on the table's wooden surface for maximum discomfort. She opened one eye, then another whined,
then reached for it. Still lying on the bed, she brought it to her ear.
"This better be good," she growled.
"Hey."
Carmen's eyes widened. "Tanner."
She started to sit up, and that was when she discovered that Ramiro was sound asleep with his nose smooshed to her ear and the manacle grip of his arm around her waist. It was heavy despite skin and bone, and she had to turn and maneuver it before it was off. But the moment she started moving away, Ramiro, still asleep, grunted and flung his arm back and hauled her to his chest. His lips pressed on her nape, and she froze.
"Carmen?" Tanner sounded a little impatient. "Are you there?"
"Who's that?" Ramiro grumbled, pushing his face against the back of her shoulder. Her body temperature leaped up to several degrees as he nuzzled against it. Still sleepy and confused with the call and her body's reactions, she didn't stop Ramiro's hand from sliding under her t-shirt and cupping her breast. He sighed and kissed her shoulder.
"Who the fuck is that?" Tanner demanded.
Recovering her sanity, Carmen covered the phone and hissed at Ramiro, "Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me."
"Your tits are really small." She heard what sounded like wonder despite his voice being scratchy from sleep. She slapped at his hand, and Ramiro yelped, quickly yanking his hand away. She grabbed her pillow, hit him on the head, and then leaped off the bed. Ramiro groaned and turned away from her, curling into a ball.
"I heard someone, Carmen." Tanner was saying when she brought the phone back to her ear.
"Fucking too early to be working, minx," Ramiro complained.
