Page 28 of Bedroom Therapy

Chapter Six

Amanda swallowed. The cautious woman she had been for so long told her she should call a halt to this conversation immediately.

But she didn’t want to stop. The first time Zachary Grant had knocked on the door, she’d been in the bedroom alone—and close to orgasm. She’d been hot and bothered ever since then, and he had just turned up the heat.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good.”

“What about you? Is this making you . . . aroused?”

He laughed softly. “What do you think?”

She swallowed. “Well, I hope I’m not the only one intimately involved.”

“You’re not.”

“What are we going to do about it?” she heard herself ask. Lord, she’d never been this forward with a guy in her life. If she ended up in a sexual relationship, it was because the man went after her.

She wasn’t prepared for his next words. “I’m going to show you how much pleasure we can give each other—over the phone.”

She turned her head toward the hall. He was only a few yards from her. Was she really going to engage in activities that she wasn’t sure about? What she heard herself say was, “Let me close the bedroom door.”

“Okay.”

Her legs weren’t entirely steady as she made it to the door then back to the bed where she threw herself down with a little exclamation.

Maybe he heard it because he said, “You are so damn sexy.”

“Am I?”

“Oh yes. You’re a very potent combination.”

“Of?”

“Very beautiful woman and no-nonsense professional. I was intimidated by you, you know.”

“Why?”

“Because you write that column. Then when you opened the door, you looked like a vision out of my dreams. Only you were real—standing right there in front of me. You’re much prettier than that publicity photo Beth gave me.”

“When I opened the door, I had been thinking about you,” she heard herself say, then could have bitten back the revealing comment.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “You hadn’t met me,” he said carefully.

“No, but Beth had left a voicemail telling me you were … coming.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Um hum.”

“She told me about you. She described you . . .” she let her voice trail off.

“What did she say?”

“Now who’s fishing for compliments?”

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