Page 59 of Miss Trust

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chance

Iglanced at my phone with a smirk after Tory hung up on me. Although I was aware of how fucked up it was to play this sort of game with her, I didn’t care. She was a grown woman. If she wanted to play again, then fine, and if not, then I’d leave her alone.

Or rather, I’d find a new tactic. Because for some reason, I couldn’t seem to accept our one-night stand as actually being only one night. I was aware her denial of a repeat could be fueling my attraction to her, so perhaps the key to getting her out of my head was to fuck her out of my system.

Crude, yes. But that’s how sex worked for me. I quickly lost interest in every woman I’d ever been with.

By ten p.m., I’d checked my phone no less than two dozen times. Like a teenager waiting for the girl to text him, I’d become completely pathetic.

“You expecting a call, boss?” Mark, my manager, found me on the balcony overlooking the main floor with my phone, once again, held up for my scrutiny.

The look I gave him must’ve conveyed my frustration as he held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry I asked.”

But as if on cue, my phone buzzed with her text. I was tempted to ignore it for a good five minutes, simply to remind myself who was in control, yet I couldn’t wait even a few seconds.

“Why do you want to listen?”was her question.

I didn’t hesitate to hit the dial button, although I did walk back into my office and shut the door, closing out the sound of the club.

She answered after one ring. “The whole purpose of texting someone is because you prefer not to speak with them.”

I chuckled at her pissed-off greeting. “I thought my voice did things to you.”

She practically hissed. “I regret ever telling you that.”

“That makes one of us. To answer your question, I want to listen because I was so caught up in my own pleasure the other night, I didn’t get the complete soundtrack to yours.”

“Jesus,” she muttered.

“Are you wet?”

“Getting there. Reluctantly.”

My grin couldn’t be helped. “Anyone ever tell you you’re hell on an ego?”

“I’m quite sure yours will recover.”

Probably. “Where are you?”

“In my bedroom.”

“Yeah, you naked yet?”

“Such an ordinary, predictable question. Frankly, I expected more from you.”

Fuck me. I was getting hard from her sassy back talk. “I’m out of practice.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Like I’ve told you before, I don’t lie.” I didn’t think she’d appreciate me telling her I’d never had to resort to phone sex when the real thing was available at any time.

“How do you propose we do this?”

“With you in my bed, naked, writhing from the vibrator, coming undone while I watch with all of the lights on. Then I’d spread your legs once you’re finished and clean up your orgasm with my tongue.”

Her sharp intake of breath was like music to my ears.

“But for now, I’ll settle for me in my office, listening to every breath, every whimper, and every groan, and making you come over the phone.”