Page 37 of Tempt
Then again, it’s not like my name would show up on his phone, I reasoned. He didn’t have me saved in his contacts or anything.
Biting my lip, I slowly pulled the drawer where I kept his card open. Reached inside. Took it out.
Then I rolled onto my back and stared at it in the dark. Slid my finger over its edges. Remembered the sound of his deep, rough-hewn voice in my ear.I know it’s wrong, but I can’t leave without kissing you.
I reached for my phone.
He probably won’t reply anyway, I told myself. He’s probably still out having fun or asleep already.
I typed his number into my phone and hit message.
Still thinking about you. I hope you’re having a good night.
Then before I lost my nerve, I hit send.
I was still holding my breath when three dots appeared. I let it out in a whoosh when his reply came through.
Thinking about you too. The night would be better if you were here.
Oh my God. Oh my God. What did that mean? Was he still out? Was he saying he wished I’d come to dinner?
Where are you?
My hotel room. Call me?
I gasped. Heart pounding, I did what he asked.
“Hey.” That voice. Just one word from him caused my nipples to tingle.
“Hi,” I said softly. “How did it go tonight?”
“Fine. A little weird, but fine.”
“Weird how?”
“Weird to hear myself introduced as someone’sdadall night long.”
“Oh.”
“I cut out pretty quickly after dinner. Grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a liquor store on my way back here. I was hoping a drink would help me fall asleep.”
“But it didn’t?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe it’s jet lag keeping you up.”
“It’s not jet lag.”
“What is it?”
He didn’t answer right away. “I’m glad you reached out.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
I closed my eyes. “Even though it’s wrong?”
