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“I think you’ll like this one,” I said, my amusement barely contained.
“Are you going to spill it or tease me?”
I almost groaned. I’d love to tease her, if only her voice matched her body. “I’d like to tease you.”
“Are we still talking about the offer?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
“Offer is thirteen nine five,” I said.
“Well, finally.”
“Is that good enough for your client to accept?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual despite the growing tension.
“I have no idea, but it’s surely more appealing than the last two.”
“When will you know?” I asked, trying to gauge her reaction.
“My client is unreachable at the moment,” Erika said, her frustration clear.
The back-and-forth was starting to arouse me. I rubbed at my crotch absently as my interest grew. “Then maybe we should spend the time having a drink.”
“Are you asking me out, Elliott?” Her voice was sharp, but there was an undercurrent of intrigue.
“What if I was?” I replied, leaning into the provocative angle.
“I’d say you have other things in mind than just drinks,” she said, her voice lowering slightly.
“Possibly, but only if you’re game.”
“How do you know I don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked, her tone now playful.
I chuckled, the sound rich with promise. “Do you?”
“I have several,” Erika said, her tone hinting at something more than just a simple list.
“You like to torture men, don’t you?” I asked, unable to keep the teasing edge out of my voice.
Erika snorted into the phone. “Torture, hardly.”
“You’re torturing me. How about that drink?” I pressed, feeling a mix of frustration and attraction.
“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” she said firmly.
“Once the offer is accepted, our business will be concluded,” I pointed out.
“Not necessarily. These things take time,” she countered, her tone implying that she was not easily swayed.
“Then we can have a drink as colleagues,” I suggested, trying to keep the conversation alive.
“Not interested. I need to go. You’re not the only agent I’m dealing with,” she said, sounding a bit impatient.
“When will you get back to me with an answer?” I asked, hoping for a definitive timeline.
“As soon as I can reach my client, which might not be for a few hours. I’m sure you’ll find someone else to annoy in the meantime.” Her voice softened slightly with a giggle, and my heart did an unexpected flutter. What the hell?
“I guess I have no choice,” I said, my voice tinged with reluctant acceptance.
“Goodbye, Elliott. I have a call on the other line.” Her tone was final, but there was a hint of warmth beneath it.
