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‘You wanted to see the goods,’ I purr, holding the phone at an angle and at arm’s length. ‘Do you think your friend got your money’s worth?’
‘I’d say she’d be mad not to,’ she replies.
‘Kallie!’ Her friend gasps, colour flooding her cheeks.
‘Your photo online really doesn’t do you justice,’ Kallie says, her eyes roaming my face. ‘Do you act?’
‘No.’ My response is more chuckle than word. I’m sure my father wouldjustlove that.
‘You totally should. You’ve got that whole James Bond thing going on.’
‘That’s quite a compliment.’
‘One you deserve. And I should warn you, that posh boy accent? Totes our girl’s thing.’
‘I’d like my phone back please.’ “Our girl” holds out her hand, brows furrowed.
‘Awww,’ Kallie complains. ‘We were just getting to know one another.’
‘Then maybe you can book him for yourself next time you visit your parents.’ Arm straighter, her hand is almost under my face. ‘My phone, thank you.’
‘A pleasure speaking with you, Kallie. Look me up when you’re in town next.’
Her frown deepens as she takes her phone, but it’s a little late to explain I wasn’t offering a mate’s rate booty call—that I’m just a little too friendly for my own good.
‘Oh, don’t let her drink hard liquor,’ Kallie calls. ‘It brings the devil out in her. And also, you’re there as a decoy unless she says otherwise!’
‘That’s enough from you.’ Prodding the screen of her phone, she brings it to her ear. ‘Really, Kallie?’ she hisses, turning away. ‘An escort? Are you kidding me!’
Walking deeper into the apartment, I find the sway of her hips deeply arousing, the rear view as delicious as the front. Her dress dips low like a silken peep show, the delicate fabric gliding over her arse and hips, and hinting at what lies beneath. So much pale, smooth skin exposed and just begging to be kissed. In fact, the whole outfit seems to have been constructed to taunt and tease.
‘Come,’ she calls over her shoulder.
‘You will later,’ I mutter, stepping over the threshold. ‘At least, if I’ve got anything to do with it.’ Yes, I know. She was talking to the dog, but he’s currently waiting on my command. He lifts his head as I pass, jumping to his feet at my instruction as I close the front door and follow her down the hall.
‘Yes. Kallie, okay. Yes!’ I can almost hear her rolling her eyes as she speaks with her friend even though her back is still to me. ‘I will. As soon as I get in. Yeah, that’s not happening. No, not a consolation prize, you right...Yes.I have eyes!’
Sweetheart, you have eyes and arse and tits enough to drive any man wild.
‘Okay... goodbye... bye. Bye... ’
Why does it take women an age to end a phone call? ‘Hanging up now!’ she sings.Yeah, any minute. ‘Bye!’
Her shoulders sag like she has the weight of the world balanced there. At least, until Sir Lancelot sticks his wet nose against her backside, and she jumps.
‘Stop that, you horrible hound!’
‘He’s not actually a hound.’ Technically, he’s a Komondor; a Hungarian sheep dog. Gladly, Mo keeps his fur shorn short or else he’d look a lot like a large dreadlocked mop.
She jumps at the sound of my voice. ‘W-what?’
‘His name is a bit of a misnomer, too.’ Sliding my hand from my pants pocket, I rub my chin. She looks back at me as though I’m speaking in tongues. I’d like to have heronmy tongue, but I don’t think that’s the same.
‘If he has any manners, they’re all bad. Not a very chivalrous chap.’
‘Says the man who’s standing in my home, uninvited.’
At her pointed reply, I can’t help but grin. I’m not sure what the deal is, but there’s no way Mo has moved out without taking his beloved mutt or his awful furniture. Okay, it’s not really awful, just really kitsch, even if it is the perfect setting for him to theatrically swan around in his vintage kaftans, gin and tonic in hand.
