Page 40 of Snatched

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Tempting.

I type slowly:

Colt: It’s late. You shouldn’t be running around the city.

I can get it from you this weekend,I think.

Stupid. But what else am I going to say? ‘Yeah just come right over.’ No chance I’d be able to keep my hands to myself in that scenario.

She overreacts, in the cutest possible way:

Elena: No no no no that’s weird omg ignore me why did I offer that I’m in pajamas never mind never mind

I laugh. Out loud.

Diesel lifts his head, offended by the noise.

Colt: Pajamas, huh?

Elena: Stop.

Colt: Stop? Also how does Tuesday work? Just give it to me then.

Elena: Yeah. Everything. Also stop being hot.

I freeze.

Hot?

She backpedals instantly:

Elena: NOT flirting. Just stating facts. :) :) :). I’ve had wine. Can you tell?

God.

She’s going to ruin me.

Elena: Tuesday works for me. Unless, you know, you have any really important transactions coming up.

I stare at that message.

She’s joking.

Maybe.

But she’s also giving me an opening.

A door I am absolutely not supposed to walk through.

I shut my eyes.

Damien would have me murdered in my sleep.

Or at least fired.

Probably both.

But I’m already typing.

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