Page 43 of Crossing Lines

“I checked your IG,” he admits. “I wanted to see an update. See you.”

“Oh.” I touch my neck, turning hot. “Okay.”

“So, tell me about the show,” he says again.

“It was fantastic. Seeing two designs I collaborated on made me feel like a kid on Christmas.”

He chuckles softly. “Your joy cheers me up.”

That simmers my delight a tad. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he exhales. “It’s fine.” And yet, he sounds sad. We don’t know each other well, so it’s understandable not wanting to get too personal. What doesn’t make sense is why I’m excited to talk to another man while in a relationship.

“Stop overthinking,” he playfully scolds me. “Keep telling me about your day.”

I moisten my lips and say, “Tell me about yours.”

“Worked out with my boys. Bought stocks. Nothing exciting. Wish I were in Paris with you.”

That triggers butterflies. “Um, you could visit with your friends.”

“What if I want to visit with only you?” The sexy drop in his voice makes my pussy clench.

“Kross, behave,” I implore, trying to calm down.

“Can’t do that, baby girl.” His deep rumble arouses me more. “Calling me means you accepted my offer.”

“I just want to talk,” I murmur.

“I’m here to listen and do anything else.”

The shower stops, making me anxious. “I have to go. Iree’s about to exit the bathroom.”

“And we can’t let her know, right? Cause I’m your little secret.”

“It’s…” I shift in the spot.

“You don’t have to pretend, Davi,” he says. “That fire you’re feeling right now, I’m feeling it too. It’s an intense attraction.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, voice low as I say, “It’s a problem.”

His dirty chuckle stirs tingles. “I have the solution whenever you’re ready.”

“Kross…”

“Wheneveryou’reready,” he repeats. “Until then, if all you want is to talk, that’s cool.”

It’s scary how much his statement accelerates my heart. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” he returns. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“What makes you think I’ll call?” I whisper, hearing Iree leave the bathroom.

His deep and sexy laugh triggers a surge between my thighs. “I know you will, baby girl.”

I hang up and paste on a smile as I turn to Iree.

“Jamir?” she inquires, pulling her covers back.

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