Page 35 of Call You Mine

I cringe at the message, falling back onto the plush pillow at my head.

Mustering the courage to text him, I grab my phone and type out a quick message, holding my breath when I hit send.

Me: I have a request.

A moment later the phone dings with his response. With shaky fingers I tap it open.

Damon: Don’t you always.

I roll my eyes in annoyance.

Me: I’m serious.

Me: It’s more of a favor.

The next message comes in before I can type out what I’m asking.

Damon: Stop stalling Wyn and just ask.

A smile pulls at my lips when I realize how well he knows me and knows exactly what it is I’m doing,

Me: I need you out of the hours agreed upon on our contract.

Three dots appear to show he’s typing, but no message comes through so I send another.

Me: We’re having lunch with Willa at 1pm.

Damon: I’m working.

I groan. I knew there was a risk he’d decline or at least make me beg, but what the hell? Isn’t this what I’m paying him for?

Me: I thought the two hundred thousand covered these kinds of arrangements.

Damon: Out of hours will cost you extra, Princess. I’m with a client, and now I have to leave early.

The mention of him currently with anotherclientstings. I mean I knew he still worked for Kingsman, but hearing him say he’s out with another woman, fulfilling her every desire, doesn’t sit well with me.

What the hell Wynter, did you really think he’d drop everything for you? Isn’t that why he arranged a set of hours only for you?

I try to go a different route, ignoring what he’s said and resort to begging.

Me: Damon please. She wants to meet you.

In other words, she wants to judge the authenticity of our relationship.

Me: If we indulge her she’ll back off quicker.

Damon: Wynter.

I picture him saying my name in the exact tone he usually uses, and a rush of heat makes me involuntarily press my thighs together. God this man is purely sexual. The thought of hearing him whisper my name as his hands graze my naked flesh is haunting my every waking thought.

Me: Please Damon, it’s just lunch.

Damon: With your mother.

Me: I need this Damon. Willa’s insufferable. I can't do it without you.

Damon: It’s not that I don’t want to go with you, Princess. I don’t like the way she treats you. If she says something to insult you, I can’t promise to hold back.

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