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“Well answer it and tell them I’ll call them back!” I shouted, wanting to get back to what I was doing.
I heard Ryan talking on the other side of the door and then a long pause.
“Kylie!” he called. “You…I think you should take this call!”
“Ryan!” I snapped. “I’m taking a shower!”
“It’s Trent, Kylie!” he replied. “Trent Baron?”
Holy shit.
I was towel-dried but still dripping wet when I opened the bathroom door and took the phone from Ryan, who was standing there with his mouth agape like someone had just told him he’d been invited to Lady Gaga’s new album release party.
He mouthed “Oh my God” at me as I raised the phone to my ear.
“Uh, hello?”
“Hey, Kylie?”
My heart skipped a beat. It was Trent all right, and I didn’t realize until that moment just how panty-melting his voice was.
“Y—yes?” I stammered like an idiot.
“You’re a hard girl to get ahold of.”
“Yeah, I was just showering—” But then a thought occurred to me and I snapped, “But how the hell did you get my number anyway? What are you, a professional stalker or something?”
I was angry, but at the same time, I was also incredibly turned on. It was a terrifying mixture of emotions that I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with.
“Not a stalker,” Trent replied. I could hear him grinning on the other end of the call. “It was actually pretty easy to find with some Googling.”
“Great,” I groaned. “Well, Trent…what can I do for you? I hope you aren’t going to try and persuade me to give you some special treatments.”
“Nothing like that,” he replied quickly. “And I wanted to apologize for giving you that impression earlier. It wasn’t my intention.”
“Oh, it wasn’t? So what was it that you meant when you said you wanted me?”
Before I could do anything, Ryan pulled the phone from my ear and pressed the speakerphone button, drawing a quick slap on the neck from me.
“Just that,” he replied, causing my heart to skip another beat, “I want you to be my personal masseuse.”
Ryan’s jaw could have hit the floor.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You heard me.”
“Oh, I heard you,” I snipped back. “I just don’t understand what it is you are saying.”
“I want you to be my personal masseuse,” he repeated. “You’re the only girl I’ve met in a long time—since my last girl left me—who knows how to work my back. I need you.”
I had to admit it; I was flattered. But at the same time, who the hell did this guy think he was? Mr. Big-League-Football-Star thinks he can just behave however he wants and get whatever he wants?
“Well, you are welcome to come into the studio any time,” I told him. “Now, if you don’t mind—”
“That’s the thing though, Kylie,” he interrupted. “I need a full-time girl. I travel a lot for the games—have you figured out who I am yet?”
“My roommate informed me.”
