“She’ll succumb with full consent.”
“Rascal. So, have you a personality type in mind?”
“Pure innocence. Someone he’ll want to protect. Someone who will breech his badass defenses. A subject with a damaged past. She’ll keep him distracted and busy as he tries to figure her out. Let’s go for stunning. Breathtaking. Pure fuckable material.”
“I’ll throw a dinner party for us. How about that? So we can chat about it.”
“Sure. But we won’t be telling Richard our plan.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
My phone buzzed and I stared at the screen.
“I’ll ignore it.” I showed Cameron it was Ethan.
“Take it.”
“I’m allowed?” I pouted at him.
“Sure.”
After hesitating, I answered the call.
“Hello…Scarlet?” Ethan’s southern drawl rippled through me, reaching my soul, making me want to swoon. It was hard to think straight as a sense of loss caused my chest to tighten.
“I know you’re there,” he said, his tone tense.
“Hello, Ethan.”
“How are you?”
“Oh, fine.”
“Really?”
It was too much. I couldn’t do this, couldn’t hear his voice and know our time was over and drag this out. “I can’t talk now.”
“Visit me at my office. We need to discuss an issue.”
“What issue?”
“You have the address? From the time you followed me home after spying on me?”
“What day is good for you? I’ll check my calendar.”
“Now.”
“That’s actually inconvenient—”
“Within the hour. Or I’ll have you arrested and brought to my office.”
“Will it involve handcuffs?”
He went silent.
I caught Cameron arching his eyebrows questioningly.
“See you soon then.” Ethan ended the call.