Page 37 of Hollywood King
Speaking of dancing puppets, my phone started to ring from somewhere. Maybe in the living room? I dragged my carcass back out of bed and into the living room to snag it off the table by the door. I hit send and pressed it to my ear with a half-hearted hello.
“You made it home.”
Of course, he would call. He’s a control freak like that. “I don’t live very far away, Heath. I made it home safely. I’m all stocked up with water, tea, granola, and Tylenol. I’ll be a good girl and stay in bed.”
“Good girl, huh?”
Was he flirting with me over the phone? I traipsed back to my bedroom and climbed back under the still warm covers.
“What’s that noise?” he asked.
“I just got back in bed. My phone was in the other room.”
His voice dropped to a smoky register. “Are you naked?”
“Is this your idea of bedside manner?”
“I don’t know, Doctor. Perhaps if more beautiful physicians asked if their patients are naked, people would leave the hospital happier.”
I snorted. “Yuck. Most of my patients, I wouldn’t want to see naked.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You first. Are you naked?”
A deep chuckle rumbled into my ear. I felt like he was right next to me for one second. “I’m at work, so not naked. But if you gave me the right inspiration, I could get part of the way naked.”
“Weren’t you just telling me I need to be a good girl? Getting me worked up is probably against doctor recommendations.” I yawned and shuffled farther under the bedding.
“Or you can be a good girl and talk me through it.” I loved how his voice dropped to a lounge singer blue level when he got turned on.
“Where’s the fun in that for me? I want to be naked and touching myself too.”
“Say touching myself again?”
I almost choked, and his laughter replaced the former sultry tones. “You’re right, I’m sorry. We have plenty of time for some naughty stuff later.”
“You have my attention Mr. Cliff. What sort of naughty stuff do you have in mind?”
“Well, if I told you, it would spoil the fun.”
“If you told me, I could be lying in my bed, all wet, turned on, and thinking about you all day.”
Another chuckle. “When you put it that way…”
I closed my eyes, and he whispered. “You’re falling asleep. I’ll let you go. But remember, I won’t forget that last comment. Sleep well, Cat.”
I think I gave him a mumble before the remembered sensations of him wrapped around my back lulled me to sleep.
