Page 111 of Scandalous Contract
“Do you miss me?” he asked. “Not just the good dick and tongue. But me. The man behind the dick. Julian Cattaneo.”
I knew I was blushing again. I couldn’t help it.
“I miss the dick,” I told him, another half-truth.
I missed him, too. That was the whole truth. But hearing that would only make him more determined to be with me.
“Are you sure that’s all you miss?”
I nodded, staring down at the bear's paw.
“You may be older than me, but you’re not as experienced as I am,” he told me.
My gaze snapped to the blinking red dot. “Are you calling me inexperienced, Julian Cattaneo?”
“I am, Stefanie Adams.”
“I was married before. Or have you forgotten that fact?”
“Oh, I remember. I also know there’s no way the man you were married to pleased you the way I do.”
I swallowed. How did he know?
“When I say inexperienced, I’m not talking sexually, though that’s true also. I’m talking emotionally. You love your daughter, that’s obvious. But I don’t think you’ve ever been loved properly by a man. So to you, I may seem over the top when the truth is, I’m holding back because I know you’re nervous about us.”
“I’m not inexperienced emotionally, Julian. Again, I was married.”
“Marriage is just a word. You and your husband were married, but there’s no way he yearned for you the way I do. I’m going crazy being away from you. I want to see you, to touch you, to breathe the same air you breathe. I dream about you. I even daydream about you, planning out what I’ll do when we’re face to face again.”
Damn.Most men wouldn’t admit to something like that. And my husband never told me things like that. Hell, I’m sure he never felt such things. At least, not for me. But forher, he felt that and more.
I swallowed, not wanting to think about him. Orher! My gaze moved back to the blinking dot.
“What will you do when we’re face to face?” I asked, immediately chastising myself for giving in to my curiosity.
“First, I’ll hug you. Then I’ll ask you if you’re okay. I know leaving your job must’ve been hard.”
I would ask him how he knew I’d left my job. But he was Julian Cattaneo. There was no need to ask.
“I’m sorry for not being by your side while you dealt with that,” he told me. “I’ve been a little... under the weather.”
“Are you feeling better?” I asked, concerned.
“I am. Thank you for asking, Stefanie.”
Why was I blushing again?Ugh!Did my body forget that I was a grown ass woman?
“Do you want me to continue telling you what I’d do when we’re face to face again?” he asked.
No.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“After I hug you and ask you how you’ve been, I’ll lead you to the...”
Bedroom?
“Kitchen...”
