Freya: I’m grateful. And I promise that whatever you say to me, it goes no further.
Cole: I know. If I had any doubts, I wouldn’t say anything.
I don’t reply straight away. What on earth do I even say to that anyway?
The second the dots start bouncing, I panic that I'm taking too long.
He soon proves to me that I have nothing to worry about when it comes to him.
Cole: How are you feeling? I hope today wasn’t too much after your wild night.
Freya: Tired but good. You’re right, today was a good day.
Cole: What are you doing for the rest of the evening?
I glance down at myself in pajamas that are covered in cute little teddy bears, my face shiny from my skin care, and my hair in a messy knot on top of my head. I should probably lie and say I’m doing something at least a little exciting. But I can’t. To others, maybe. But never to Cole.
Freya: I’m in bed reading.
My heart pounds as I try to predict how he’s going to take that.
Cole: Same.
A laugh tumbles out of me.
Freya: Really?
“Oh my god,” I laugh again when an image appears on my screen.
He’s right. He’s in bed with a book resting over his lap.
Freya: But are you wearing pjs with bears on them?
I don’t know why I ask. I shouldn’t be enquiring about what he may or may not be wearing beneath those sheets and that book, but I can’t help myself.
The thought of him being naked makes my temperature spike.
Cole: I must confess that I’m not.
Cole: Let’s see the bears…
I gasp at his request.
Can I?
Can I send my boss, Cole freaking Hansley, a photo of me in bed, braless with my pajamas on?
My thoughts race at a million miles a minute. Refusing to let them take over, I shove the sheets down a little to expose my teddy shorts, hold my Kindle just so, and snap a picture. I send it before really checking it for fear I’ll change my mind if I see the cellulite on my thighs, or how pale my skin is compared to my warm caramel sheets.
Cole: Cute. Although I must say I think I prefer what you slept in last night.
My breath catches, and my cell slips from my hand as shock rocks through me.
Freya: I thought last night was forgotten.
Cole: I’ve tried. But there are a few details that have taken up permanent residence in my head.
Freya: You’re bad.
