She had just turned on the vibrator when the doorbell rang.
She jumped—startled by the sudden interruption. She was almost naked—her shorts and panties at the end of the bed, her tee shirt pulled up to her neck.
“Go away,” she whispered.
The doorbell rang again, and she ignored it. But the mood was broken, and she switched off the vibrator. She’d been enjoying herself in a very adult activity. Now she felt like a little girl caught doing something naughty.
Several seconds passed, and she figured whoever it was had gone away. Next to her, the phone on the bedside table jangled, and her nerves were so frayed that she snatched it up and shouted, “Yes? Who is it?”
“This is Zachary Grant.”
When she didn’t answer, he said, “I think Beth Cantro told you about me.”
She grimaced. Not him of all people. Not now. “Yes, she said you wanted to do an interview. But I’m not—”
He interrupted before she could finish the sentence. “That’s okay. I’m right outside your house. You didn’t answer the door, but your car is in the driveway, so I decided to give you a call. I’d like to come in and talk to you.”
God no, was all she could think, feeling her face flame as she pictured him standing on her doorstep like a mountain climber ready to tackle Mt. McKinley.
What she said was, “I’m not dressed; give me a minute.”
“Sure.”
Why had she told him that?
Slamming down the phone, she reached for the shorts and panties she’d discarded on the end of the bed. Quickly she pulled them on, then ran to her closet and took down the bra hanging over one of the clothing hooks. With her tee shirt still around her neck, she shoved her arms into the bra straps and hooked the clasp in back. Then she ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.
Daring to lift her gaze, she looked into the mirror. Her face was still flushed, and her eyes were bright. What the hell was he going to think she’d been doing?
Well, that was none of his business.
She ran her brush quickly through her hair, then she started back through the bedroom. When she glanced toward the bed, she saw her vibrator lying in the center of the spread.
With a small moan, she shoved it under the pillows. Then she stood in the middle of the room, taking several deep breaths before she marched down the hall toward the front door.