Page 39 of Destined To Fall

“Nah. I didn’t really do anything this year.”

“Lame. Then whatcha doing still awake?”

“Oh. Just…nothing, nothing at all.” He chuckles lightly.

“You’re watching porn,aren’t you?”

“You think I’d answer the phone in the middle of that?”

“Maybe…so, what are you wearing?” I can picture him looking down to check, his forehead furrowing.

“Sweats. Wait, why?”

“No reason…”

“Why? What are you wearing?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. Thigh-high lace-top nylons, a barelythere G-string…”

I hear him swallow on the other end of the line, and I smile.“Vivienne…” His voice is deeper, huskier.“Surely that’s not conducive to sleeping in.”

I snigger.“Who said anything about sleep? But you’re right. Phone sex does sound better.”

His laugh is rich and soothes a part of me I didn’t know was aching.“What did you call for?”

“Just that.”

“Phone sex?” He sounds surprised, and if I didn’t know better, a little nervous.

“No, your laugh.” I missed it, I realize.“Although, now that you mention it, phone sex wouldn’t be breaking any of your cardinal rules…” I chuckle, but my heart rate spikes at the possibility.

“I’m pretty sure you suggested it.”

“Guilty.”

“That you are.”

“Is that a no?”

“Yes.”

“Yes? Oh, well—”

“No, that’s a yes to it being a no.”

“Oh, so that’s a no?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, yes to a no.”

I laugh.

“You’re paying me back for the cubicle thing, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s taken you this long?”

“I’ve been busy.”

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