Page 3 of Come Undone

Tex has been my only caller so far. And he calls me every night. From the very first call, he's been all about me and what I want. How I want to be touched, what I fantasize about. His sexy Southern twang is almost hypnotic. It has me confessing my deepest, darkest desires to him before I can talk myself out of it. His wicked demands and erotic words make me want to obey his every command.

And those words…Jesus, what those words do to me! Just the thought of hearing his voice on the other end of the line each night leaves me dripping wet in anticipation.

"Well?" Autumn Romano finally demands, her tone rife with impatience. "How did it go?"

"Three," I say.

Lola Knight's blue eyes widened in shock. "Three? Fromphone sex?"

"Good god," Autumn mouths.

I nod, easing myself down to the table.

"Good?" Lola asks.

"Toe-curling, couldn't feel my legs afterward good," I whisper, blushing.

"Good grief," Autumn says, awe in her tone. "Brilliant man."

I bob my head in silent agreement. Tex is definitely brilliant. And wicked. And sexy as hell. And a thousand different things I crave more than I know how to put into words.

"Any more hints about who he is?" Lola asks.

"No." I shake my head, frowning. "But I'm telling you, he's Granger. The voice is the same, and the way he says my name is the same. Even the way he talks to me…it's like he knows what I look like." It's all of that and more. I'm convinced the man in charge of our roofing crew is Tex. I can't even pinpoint what makes me so certain. I justknowit's him with unshakable certainty.

Unfortunately, he hasn't once indicated he wants me to know. And it's not exactly something I can bring up. Even if I weren't contractually obligated not to approach a client, an "oh, by the way, I'm a phone sex operator. Do you happen to call 1-900-Do-Arwen every night and have amazing phone sex with me?" doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.

"Our ridiculously hot roofer is a phone sex virtuoso," Autumn says, blinking her brown eyes.

The man is gorgeous. He's all blond hair, green eyes, and golden skin over acres of brawny muscles. He's older than we are by at least a decade, but I'm so attracted to him that it's ridiculous. Hell, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him. He's always so sweet to me. He brings me breakfast most mornings and always takes time to ask me about my classes. Even though we're on summer break, I have a full schedule like always. I'm kind of nerdy like that. But he doesn't mind. He listens when I ramble on about everything under the sun, remembers what I like and don't like, and never makes fun of me. He's respectful, kind, and funny. And he's so damn protective! He gets grumpy when the other roofers try to talk to me.

But I don't know if he feels the same way I do. Sometimes, he looks at me, and I think he does. But he hasn't made a move. He keeps our relationship professional when he's here and anything but when he calls each night. Yet he didn't even give me his real name on the phone. That isn't a sign that he wants me to know it's him calling. For all I know, he doesn't even know I'm the Arwen getting him off every night.

Surely, he does, though, right? I mean, there aren't that many of us. Maybe he thinks the name is just coincidental because it's so uncommon. Does he believe the girl he talks to on the phone at night picked it like a stage name?

I sigh in frustration and lay my head down on the table, as uncertain as ever.

"He'll be here soon," Autumn says. "Maybe it's time you take matters into your own hands."

"How's she going to do that?" Lola asks. "You know she can't just confront him. Client privacy rules forbid it. Besides, what if she does and she's wrong?"

This is precisely why I haven't approached him already. I would be completely mortified if I asked him if he calls me every night, only to find out that he doesn't. I'm not ashamed of the work. Sex work and sex workers deserve respect just like everyone else. But I don't want to offend him. And I really don't want to find out that I'm wrong.

IneedTex and Granger to be the same person because I can't be in love with two different people. It'll break my heart into a million tiny pieces. But why the hell would someone like Granger need to call someone like me for phone sex? I'm a curvy virgin. He's older, hotter, and successful. Every woman here stares at him when he's working. He could have anyone!

"I know," Autumn says. "But he obviously likes her if he's calling her every night."

"So says you," I mutter, finally lifting my head from the table to face my best friends again. They're both eyeing me, Lola in worry and Autumn with a distinct gleam in her eyes. I love them both to death, but they couldn't be more opposite. I'm surprised Autumn is the one pushing me to make a move. She doesn't trust easily—or at all—when it comes to men. Her dad was not a good guy, and his friends were even worse.

I'm sad she's moving back to Silver Spoon Falls, Texas. I'm going to miss her desperately.

"Trust me," Autumn says, "he wants you. I saw how that man looked at you Monday when you were out by the pool."

"She's right," Lola says. "Granger is wild about you, Arwen."

"So what am I supposed to do about it?" I groan. "Like you said, I can't confront him and ask if he gives me mind-blowing orgasms over the phone!"

"Then don't approach him." Autumn shrugs a shoulder. "Make him come to you."

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