DINA

Good for you, Doug. You’re doing so much better now.

DOUG

Oh, Sunshine, this is nothing.

You have no idea what I really wanna do to you.

DINA

Tell me.

DOUG

If I were there, I wouldn’t just flirt.

I’d make you forget all about my bad luck.

I’d make you forget your name, Geraldine Coppola.

My cheeks are burning.

This escalated fast.

And dammit if I don’t love it.

Before I can respond, my phone rings.

It’s him.

Doug.

Oh.

Oh boy.

Chapter 8

Dina

My fingers hesitate only a second before I answer.

“Hey, Wolfman,” I say, breathless, trying to play it cool.

His voice comes through, rough and low and full of heat.

“Couldn’t wait for you to type back. You’re too slow.”

“Am I?” I tease, tightening my legs instinctively under the blanket.

“Yeah. And I’ve been thinking, Sunshine.”

His voice drops an octave and goes straight to throbbing pulse zone.

“Sounds dangerous. Don’t hurt yourself, now.”

“Ha! You really are a firecracker, aren’t you?”