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“I’d rather see your face.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging.”
“Please.” He even made a request sound like an order.
I grinned in my empty room, at the smooth retort. “Those are my rules.” If I dragged this out too long, the punchline wouldn’t be funny. It might not be anyway, but I was willing to take the chance. “I guess I can make an exception for you, because you sound sexy when you’re tired.” I was getting bold. I tugged up the hood of my onesie and snapped a picture from the chest up. “Sent.”
More silence greeted me. Then Owen chuckled. It was the kind of laugh that flowed over me like skilled fingers, raising goosebumps everywhere. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. “Most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Right?” My smile grew.
“You’re lucky I don’t have a furry fetish, or I’d be jerking off right now.”
My breath caught. Yeah, I’d opened the door with a pussy joke, but... “You mean that wasn’t the plan?”
“The plan was to call and tell you I caught you on the show, make small talk, and then wish you a good rest of your evening.”
“Except you’re not a small talk person either.”
“I’m really not.”
One of the things that made him attractive beyond thewow he’s hotlevel.
“I genuinely want to know how Chicago is,” I said. “Do you have any free time when you make these trips? What will you do while you’re there? Any places I have to see?”
“You’re good at that.”
At asking questions? Here was another one. “Good at what?”
“Not talking about yourself.”
I hadn’t intentionally steered the conversation away from me. Not this time. “I wasn’t—”
“My point exactly.” Owen sounded playful. “Have you ever been here?”
“No.” I could stop there, but it wouldn’t hurt me to offer a little more personal information. “Vacation when I was little was camping in Jackson Hole. I always said I’d travel when I got older, but first there was no money, and now there’s work.”
“You take vacations, though.”
“Work, and still no money. And no, time off isn’t really a thing I do.” Had I just walked into a trap? Thanks, brain, for picking now to ignore the flirty fun. “Is this where you tell me if I sold to you, I’d have both time and money?”
“This is where I describe the scene from my hotel window, since you can’t be here.”
“I’d love that.”
There was a pause with shuffling and what sounded like a sliding window or door in the background. “I’ve got a view of the river,” Owen said. “The skyline here isn’t like in Salt Lake, here you can see forever on a clear day. But from my room, it’s more like a corridor lined with buildings and bright lights, cut out of black velvet, with a plush carpet of water running down the center.”
The verbal tour would be fantastic on its own, but in Owen’s voice it was almost foreplay. “You make it sound amazing.”
“It is through the right lens. Add it to your bucket list.”
“Is that an order?”
“You don’t strike me as atake orderskind of woman.”
I wasn’t. “For the right person...”
“The right person wouldn’t demand it of you.” He was so reasonable.
