Alistair chuckled and shook his head. My handsome angel seemed perfect to me with his sparkling green eyes, but looks were deceptive. A minute after he left the apartment, my euphoria hit reality and plummeted into emotional deflation. Maybe I wasn’t ready to dive into something so fast.
Tears from the post-sex crash rolled down my face. My chest heaved with blows of longing for a man I couldn’t have. He seemed so out of reach.
I was royally screwed.
DIRTY TALK
Alistair
The entire week crawled. I tried to drown her out… late nights, crowded clubs, a parade of perfect bodies grinding under cheap neon. It should’ve worked. It didn’t. Every laugh that hit the right pitch, every flash of caramel hair, I looked up expecting her, hungry for that sharp mouth and those eyes that never let me get away with anything. Nobody measured up. I left alone every damn time.
“Come on, pick up the phone, woman,” I muttered, tapping my foot on the polished burgundy hardwood in my penthouse. My hand actually shook. Pathetic.
Damn it. Fifteen minutes and counting. Was she screening me?
Finally… “Hello?” Vera’s silky voice wiped away every raw nerve.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I murmured, relief spilling over anxiety.
“Who’s this?”
“Have you forgotten me already?”
“Hmm. Mister Scott.”
Silence stretched on the other line. Was it disconnected?
“Still with me?” My voice came out rough, not as smooth as I meant. I rubbed my pulsing temples.
“Alistair, it’s nine o’clock on a Saturday morning.”
“Yeah?”
“You woke me up,” Vera said. She yawned, exhaling grandly. “It’s early.”
“I’ve been awake since six a.m. The day started a while ago.”
“Nope. It hasn’t for me. If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I’m not a morning person.”
“Did you get my roses?” I blurted out. The question burned a hole in my chest.
“I did, thank you. They arrived at the office after our date.”
She didn’t give anything away. Was she smiling, rolling her eyes, or blushing? I pictured her opening the box, maybe her lips parted, maybe her fingers lingered on the card. Did she melt, or did she just laugh me off? Christ, I wanted to know what those flowers did to her.
“Mmm, Mister Scott…”
“Tell me. Did you miss me, or just my hands?”
“Your bald avenger?” Vera chuckled.
“Now, Miss Richland, it’s not nice to make fun of my…”
“Family jewels. Oh, they must be worth a lot.”
“You won’t be getting any,” I teased back.
She let out a little purr. “I missed you.”
