He’s about to make me moan again, but I manage to remain valiantly silent. So the fact that we crave each other doesn’t play into it? Nor the fact that I made you wet? That I held your cunt in my hand and made you moan?” Let me repeat the salient point: I hardly know you.” “I’m not jealous, and no, I wouldn’t be within my rights. “And you’re within your rights to be jealous.” You are perfectly entitled to go out with whomever you want, whenever you want.” “In case it escaped your notice, we barely know each other. “Because I was sending you home alone in a limo? Or because I was sending you home alone in a limo so that I could keep a date with a beautiful woman?” “How did you feel when I put you in the limo?” “All right, Nikki,” he says, as if he knows that he’s soothing a very deep wound. I hear silence on the other end of the line and I realize that I’m afraid he’s hung up. I’m not completely certain where this is going, but I’m pretty confident that I won’t like getting there. Angry Nikki has a lot more control than Wasted Nikki. The thought pisses me off, and I’m grateful.
“Really?” I hear the interest in his voice. “I want to see you again,” he repeats, this time more forcefully. What happened to the man who so coolly deposited me in the back of this car? But the thought of you relaxed and tipsy, leaning back against the leather of my limo … well, that was an image I simply couldn’t pass up.” Perhaps it would have been more prudent for me to wait and talk to you then. “You will,” I say primly, because I have to nip this in the bud. “I wanted to hear your voice.” His voice is low and sensual and despite everything I’ve been telling myself, it curls through me like liquid heat. Stark? How did you get this number?” I push myself back upright too quickly. “I’m not surprised,” replies a familiar voice that does not belong to my roommate.
“I am so wasted,” I say, because if it’s a telemarketer, it just serves them right.
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