Page 120 of Wicked Angel
“Are you really naked?” she asked softly, kinda shyly, and my dick throbbed. I was half-hard already, just phone flirting with her.
“Yes.”
“What areyouthinking about?”
I took a breath.Push that envelope a little further…“The window in the guest room next to my bedroom. The one that looks into your room.”
“You can see me?”
“No. Not yet. Do you want me to look?”
I hadn’t looked. Yet. Not like it hadn’t crossed my mind, though. I knew what room she’d be staying in; Shayla’s largest guest room, the fully furnished one.
The worst she could do was say no. Message received, right? It was just a question.
But as usual, Angeline didn’t respond the way I hoped she would—with a clean and tidy yes or no. Instead she said, “What is it you want to see?”
Now, was this a minefield or what? I say the wrong thing, I’m a creep. I’m not taking her seriously as my publicist. She starts questioning every interaction we’ve ever had and my every motive. And on and on.
I say the right thing, maybe we both get something we want.
“You can keep thinking about it,” she said, “but fair warning, I might fall asleep.”
“I want to see you safe in your bed. I want to see what you sleep in.”
I wondered if that surprised her, that I didn’t go straight to something purely sexual.
Either way, her voice sounded breathy and turned on when she said, “I’m not wearing it yet.”
“Then I want to see you put it on.”
Again, I waited for her to tell me to fuck off. Or invite me to come look at her, in whatever way she’d let me.
“It’s embarrassing,” she said.
“All the better.”
“Why?”
“Because you can trust me with whatever it is. That night I put you to bed, you trusted me.”
“So?”
I sucked in a slow breath between my teeth, trying to open up. Be transparent. It wasn’t easy. “So… I’ve never been so drawn to someone in my life.”
There was a long silence on the phone line.
Then Angeline said softly, “That’s not true.”
“It is true.”
“If that’s true, if you feltthatdrawn to me…” She hesitated. “There’s no way you didn’t either try something, or go home and take matters into your own hand.”
Well, she was right about that.
“First of all, I didn’t try anything. You were so fucking drunk you told me I was sooooo gorgeous and you liked my eyes.”
“Ugh. Exactly my point. If I was giving you green lights all over the place—”
