Page 61 of The Healing Touch

“No sex for two weeks.”

“No sex until Texas. Pinkie swear.”

Becca took a deep breath and let the first real ray of hope invade her chest. She hooked her pinkie with his.

“You have a deal, Dimitri.”

Chapter Fifteen

The rest of the evening passed without incident. They’d reheated their food and eaten while Dimitri started working on signing all his preorders, and Becca went through his email, answering what needed to be taken care of, then working on his new book’s teasers. It released next week, and she’d been remiss in working on the project.

Not that she really got much done. Her thoughts were too screwed up. Never had she expected him to declare he had feelings and in the same breath admit he wanted to tie her up and fuck her. She wasn’t that girl. But…

Yes,but. There was the crux of it. She had liked being immobile way too much. Enough to think about letting him tie her up.

Could she really let him, though?

Maybe.

The one question that worried her the most whether he did love her or was reacting to his own lust. He’d found a bright and shiny new toy to play with. Once he got bored or too frustrated, she was worried he’d toss her aside like all the others. That was why she demanded no sex. It would only complicate matters. If he still felt the same way about her in a few weeks, then she’d know it was real, that it wasn’t only a lust-induced declaration. She had to be sure.

Finally done with Dimitri’s stuff, she opened her own Facebook page and wasn’t surprised by the messages waiting. Was she going out with Dimitri, what happened with Dimitri and Henry, and finally Henry demanding to know what was going on. So much drama. This was why she kept her personal life off Facebook.

She answered everything as best she could then left Henry a message explaining her anxiety and why she’d reacted the way she had. Normally, she wouldn’t have explained, but he was a good friend, and he’d not blab about it to everyone.

Dimitri’s phone rang, the noise harsh in the comfortable silence. He looked up and motioned for her to grab it since it was next to her. How it managed to find its way to the couch, she had no clue.

“It’s Mason.”

“Answer it for me, please?” He kept signing, and she shook her head. She’d never met Mason.

“Hello?”

“Oh, hello.” The younger version of Dimitri’s voice sounded confused. “Ah…sorry, I think I have the wrong number.”

“No, you don’t.” Becca chuckled. “This is Dimitri’s phone. He’s just busy at the moment.”

“Umm…I’m guessing I don’t want to know what he’s doing?” The hesitancy gave way to flirtation. “But you can tell me whatyou’redoing.”

She got up and walked over to where he sat in the floor. “Your brother is cute.”

“He’s a brat.”

“Yes, he is your brother.” She remembered the word meant brother.

“No, I mean brat in the American sense of the word.” He reached for his phone, and Becca laughed. She knew Mason gave them all a hard time.

“What?” Dimitri barked into the phone, irritated. He was almost done with this shit. Couldn’t Mase have waited until the morning to call?

“What put a bee up your ass?”

“You don’t want to know.” He watched Becca flop back down on the couch, her very braless boobs bouncing. Shit, why the fuck had he agreed to two weeks with no sex? It was going to kill him. He already had a serious case of blue balls. Two weeks of that? He’d be hospitalized.

“Anything to do with that sexy-as-sin voice that answered your phone?”

“Keep your fucking thoughts off her.” Dimitri almost snapped the Sharpie he held. “Got it?”

“Fucker, I wasn’t trying to move in on what’s yours. I was just asking a question.”

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