“Ryan has a funny eye.”
“How can you say that? He does not!”
I heard my phone ring from somewhere in the bed and I dived below the duvet to retrieve it. Fuck, where was it? The name “Sex God” flashed up on the screen and I grinned. I should ignore it. But as I didn’t actually know who it was, although of course I did, I pressed Accept.
“Are you stalking me?” I answered.
“No, I’m calling you. Calling someone after a night of incredible sex is not normally considered stalking, as far asI’m aware. But I like the way you see the words ‘Sex God’ and you assume it’s me calling.”
He thought the sex was incredible, too?I’d supposed it was par for course for Roman gods like him. I squeezed my thighs together.
“Oh.” It was all I could think to say.
“So, I’ll pick you up at 7 p.m.”
Leah was grinning at me so I sidled into the bathroom, shut the door, and perched on the bath, chewing my finger.
“Anna?”
“Uh huh.”
“7 p.m.”
“I …”
“Tell me your address so I can pick you up.”
“I can’t leave Leah. I’m staying with Leah and Daniel. It’s rude.”
Leah popped her head around the door. “You can totally leave me and Daniel.”
“Leah, get out. And stop listening at the door! Unbelievable.”
Ethan was laughing. “So, 7 p.m.?”
“You’re persistent.”
“Apparently I am when it comes to you.”
God, he knew just the right thing to say. “820 Fifth Avenue. The Penthouse,” I said.
“I’ll see you at 7 p.m.”
And he hung up.
FIVE
Anna
It was fifteen minutes to 7 p.m. and I was pacing up and down. I shouldn’t be doing this. Last night was meant to be a one-off.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I said to Leah, who was fiddling about in the kitchen, trying to make us cocktails.
“Got it. It tastes almost like a proper one.”
She came out the kitchen and handed me what I think was meant to be a mojito.
“Drink it,” she ordered.
