Page 5 of Her Possessive Valentine

“Vance Valentine speaking,” I answer the call.

“Mighty formal, wouldn’t you say?”

I know that voice. Why can’t I put a face to it? It’s my business to keep names and faces in my head. Knowing what people like, what makes them tick, and how to best sway them onto the Valentine Group side. And now, I feel like I’m at a loss.

A voice should be enough. Has been in the past and certainly will be in the future.

“As one must while in office.” I’ll play along for now until I can figure it out.

“I can almost hear the confidence dripping off those words.” The mysterious speaker giggles, and my brow jumps up and down in confusion. “I guess you’ve had a change of clothes, and your bits aren’t on display to the world?”

It’s her. Hana. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize it. A voice like hers should’ve been carved into my mind. Playing on repeat a thousand times over. And suddenly, with my realization, the confidence she heard felt like it was sinking into a pit in my belly.

“Holy shit, you called.” The words blurt out of me, exposing my sudden drop in self-assuredness. “I wasn’t expecting it so soon.”

And what perfect timing, too, having just stepped into the office. Unless she’s been waiting a while. Both options make me smile wider than I’d ever admit if she asked me.

“Oh, God, it’s too soon, isn’t it?” The pitch of her voice changes to a panicked whine. “It’s too soon. I’m embarrassing myself. I should’ve used the three-day rule.” The sudden stream of consciousness is no doubt meant for herself more than me, but it makes me chuckle.

“I’m gonna be honest. If you waited three days to make the call, I’d have thought you forgot about me.” And just as the sentence slips out of my mouth, Victor and Vaughn, my brothers, step into the office.

They’re pulling funny faces at what I said. Victor even goes so far as to flutter his eyelashes at me, like Hana and I have already fallen in love.

Ah, the mockery of brothers.

“I don’t think anyone can forget about you once you’ve barreled into their lives, Vance.”Especially with a rock-hard cock dangling in their face. God, my cheeks still can’t handle the embarrassment of it, and it’s been ages. “But you know, I was thinking . . .”

“That’s usually a sign of bad things to come.”

Vaughn’s turn and he makes kissy faces at me in some schoolyard gesture of teasing. I wave a hand at both of them and turn sideways to avoid any more of their taunting.

I refuse to let them get in the way of whatever’s coming from Hana.

“Not this time. Unless you weren’t serious about that massage,” she says.

“My hands on your body? How could I turn down an opportunity like that?” I ask, feeling my loins swell again.

It doesn’t take much with Hana, and I haven’t decided if it’s a good or bad thing yet.

Victor lets out a verbalhaat my flirtation. Again, I fend him off with a dismissive wave of the hand.

“You can’t. My body needs it.” Her tone turns sultry, and it makes me gulp nervously.

“My hands or the massage?”

“What if I said both?” Then she giggles with mischievous delight.

“Then it’s a date. I’ll be sure to bring the appropriate oils and?—”

“Don’t finish that sentence. Leave some of it to mystery.”

I wasn’t going to say anything naughty, but the way she ended her phrase leads me to believe she wants it to be. Well, better have more than massage oils handy then.

What Hana wants, Hana gets.

“Do me a favor and leave your number with my secretary. I’m in a bit of a rush, but I’ll text you the details of our…” I trail off and face my brothers. They’ve taken a seat on my double-length sofa, and they’re flicking through a stack of records I keep in the office forme time.

“Got it. You go get them, tiger.” She growls at the end of her sentence, but it quickly becomes a tamed purr that makes me want to crawl out of my suit.

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