Her phone dinged again.
Anna: Your baby slept…like a baby.
Blaze: I slept like shit. My cock kept aching for you.
Shuddering at his words and the filthy, wicked images they conjured, Anna nearly dropped her phone when it dinged again.
Blaze: Tonight. Be ready at 8. I’m taking my woman out.
Her breath caught. Anna read and re-read his message, the letters blurring together around the two words that set her whole world on fire.
My woman.