Page 106 of Flame
“I talked to Jason tonight,” I say, making things up as I go.
“Oh, you did? What about?”
Um… “He said he thinks things are settling down, and I should be home by the end of next week.”
He nods. “Wow. That fast, huh?”
“Yeah.”Keep going. You’re getting to him. “He asked me who I want on my security detail.”
His eyes darken.
Got ya. I try desperately to hide my grin. “Troy is finishing up his job in Atlanta, so he’s available.”
“Huh.”
“And I like Troy. He’s very,veryhandsome.”
Foxx’s eyes narrow. He grips the sofa like it offended him somehow.
“But Jason and I agree that Troy probably isn’t the best man for the job,” I say, watching him as I take a drink.
A slow, devious grin slips across his face. “I’m curious. Who did Jason suggest would be the best man for the job?”
“Well, there are limited options. With everything that’s been going on, we don’t want to have to get someone new up to date on all the things.”Keep going. You got this. “So the only other option really is Calvin.”
His brows lift to the ceiling. He’s amused.That’s never a harbinger of good things to come.
My heart pounds.
“That’s so funny,” he says. “I had a call with Jason today, too.”
I study him, but I can’t tell if he really did or if he’s screwing with me back.
“Yeah, he said he talked to you.”
I make a show by placing my glass on the table beside my chair. I lift my ass so the lace falls to the side, giving him a look at what he’s missing. If only he could break first so we can get on with it.
“Great,” he says. “Did he tell you what we talked about?”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He’s playing me now. I’m sure of it. And I’m even more certain that he knows I’m trying to play him.
“Yeah,” I say, playing it as cool as possible.
“What did we talk about then?”
His gaze intensifies. My self-control dwindles.
The wine is gasoline on my libido—and it was a raging fire to begin with.
The longer he watches me, the hotter I become. My face heats. My pussy throbs. And my need to know if he will say he loves me burns out of control.
“I have all night,wife.”
The cockiness of the sentence blisters through me. And I can’t take it anymore.
“He said he’s going to hook me up with Calvin—ah!”
