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“But of course.” Cauldron had recovered enough for a grandiose arm gesture and a seated half bow.
“I’ll check with my manager.” Cauldron pulled out his cell phone, stood up from the table, and stepped away with the phone to his ear.
He returned in moments. “We’re set. Your name and phone number?” He entered both into a text and hit send. “My manager will be in touch to work out all the tiresome details. Meanwhile, when are you free for dinner?”
Van hissed. Literally.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Coming Closer
V
AN ANSWERED THE PHONE, hoping …
It was Mary, and he smiled. This was the third late afternoon in a row she had called him in his office. “What are you doing?” he said. “What are you about to do?”
“I’m standing in my bedroom,” Mary said. “I’m naked. I’m imagining you’re stretched out on my bed. What do you think I’ll do next?”
Van groaned. The minx was developing the Afternoon Delight Tease into an art form. He was starting to get aroused every time the phone rang. Which was difficult when the person on the other end of the phonewantedtotalkaboutthingslikehardcostsand bottom lines. In the business sense of the words.
“I don’t know what happens next, but I think it will be good,” he said.
“I’m going to take a flying leap onto you and my bed.”
“No,stop!That’smyrepaironyourbedthatyou’re about to break, not to mention breaking me!” But he laughed. Sex with Mary — even phone sex — was oftenaboutfunandlaughteraswellasblow-your-mind passion.
“Oh,allright,”shegrumbled.“I’msettingmydainty bottom down gently on the bed beside you. The better to reach you, my dear, with my fiendishly clever little hands.”
“Am I dressed?”
“Yes. But not for long. First comes your tie.”
“No, don’t do that. I’m in the office.”
“Not here, you’re not. Here, you’re in my bed, and your job is to lie back and do what I say. And you’re about to find out what I’m going to do with your tie.”
He caught his breath.
“Hold out your hand. Good. Now I’m tying it to the bedpost you so kindly reattached to the rest of my bed. You’ll be glad you did. If you can stand the torture I have in store for you, that is.”
Van stopped breathing.
“Now your belt.”
Van had to clear his throat before he could ask, “What are you going to do with it?”
“First,I’llfeathermyhandsacrosswhat’sburgeoning right below your belt. Just as a taste of things to come. Now I’m unbuckling your belt. I’m slipping it out of its loops. What do you think I’m going to do with it?”
His voice cracked as he said, “I think you’re going to — ”
He froze.
“Van, why have you gone so quiet? Are you all right?”
“Sandy,no,you’renotinterruptinganything.Bring that right in.”
“Oh,mygosh,yourassistantjustwalkedinonyou, didn’t she?”
