Page 70 of Heart of Stone

“I’m home, all by my lonesome little self,” I told him, trying to keep my words from slurring.

“Are you…ah, okay?”

“Oh, I could be better. But someone rejected me tonight,” I said in my best pouty voice.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Oh, come on now! Who drinks alone, you silly boy?”

“Hmm. You sound…off.”

Damn!

I thought I was doing a good job.

“It’s not my fault. You make me crazy, Alexander Stone.”

“I do, huh?” he asked.

“Oh, yes. You’re so myst…myst-er-ious.” I struggled to get the word out.

Note to self – use small words right now.

He was silent on the other end of the line. I could hear traffic in the background and I absently wondered where he was at this time of night.

“Are you still there?” I asked him.

“I’m here, Krystina,” he answered patiently. He was talking to me like I was a child and it was annoying.

“Why do you make me so crazy?”

“Trust me, Miss Cole. Crazy doesn’t even begin to describe the things you do to me.”

“I like it when you call me ‘Miss Cole’. It’s so proper, yet so hot at the same time.”

“I’m not sure how to respond to you right now. You’re usually much more inhibited.”

“You make me like this,” I told him. I thought about my little angel and devil friends. The devil had the same mischievous smile that Alexander did. “You…you’re dangerous to me. Like the devil, constantly tempting me.”

“Oh, really? And are you an angel?”

“Actually…um, yes. I am an angel,” I said confidently, voicing my sudden revelation. “But you mister – you’re that pesky little devil on my shoulder that drowns out my angel’s warnings.”

“What in the world are you talking about, Krystina?”

“You know – a sub…a subconscious. Good versus evil. Like in the cartoons.”

There was silence for a moment before the line suddenly went dead.

Aww, what a party pooper.I was just starting to have some fun, too. Oh, well.

I knew I would probably hate myself in the morning, but I didn’t particularly care. At that moment, I was envisioning Alexander as my own little devil and my skin began to tingle from the memories of his hand spanking my behind.

I should have pushed him further tonight. I know he would have fucked me if I had any clue as to what I was doing. But no – I had to be the good little girl that I was, and left when he dismissed me.

I should have Allyson give me some pointers on how to be more aggressive with men.

I went back to my room and plugged the phone back into the dock. I laughed out loud when “Sweater Weather” started playing.

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