“Aw come on, princess. Say my name in that sexy breathy voice you used the other night while you were coming around my cock.”
Silence.
Shit. I’d gone too far.
“Eve? You still there?”
She let out an unsteady breath. “Yeah. Still here.”
“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”
I couldn’t get that night out of my head. I’d thought about it several times a day, every single day. At work. At home. At the gym. Out for drinks with friends. I couldn’t get Eve off my mind.
“No. It’s...it’s fine. I just...,” she stammered. “You just caught me off guard, is all.”
I chuckled at her flustered explanation.
“So,” I said, opening and closing my kitchen drawers in succession, not looking for anything in particular, only needing to keep my hands busy.
“So?”
The suspense was killing me. Drawer open. Drawer shut. Drawer open. Drawer shut.
She was taking her sweet time telling me why she called. Was she trying to let me down easy? Or did she not know how to broach the subject of a date? I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Are you calling to tell me that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me all week and you realize that you do, in fact, want to have dinner with me?”
“You sound awfully sure of yourself, you know that?” she groused.
“So, that’s not why you called?” I questioned.
Silence again.
“’Cause I have to warn you that I’d be heartbroken to find out that you haven’t been thinking about me every single day like I’ve been thinking about you.”
That’s it, Ben. Lay on that charm. You know they love it when you say shit like that.
This time, it wasn’t just some line to pick up a woman. It was 100% true. I had absolutely been thinking about her every damn day.
“Really? You’ve thought of me this week?”
“Good lord, princess. Of course I have. Why do you think I’ve been texting you every day? What happened between us the night of the wedding... that was...”
“It was good, right?” Her voice relaxed, like she was finally smiling.
“It was hot as hell.”
Her soft laugh echoed through the earpiece. “Yeah. It was.”
“I don’t want it to be a one and done thing, Eve. I want another night with you. And another one after that. And another one after that until we’ve had our fill of each other.”
“I don’t know how this is going to work. I’m rehearsing six days a week. I’ll be working 12-hour days once we get to tech rehearsals.”
I knew she didn’t think she would have any time for me with her schedule right now, but we could make it work despite her demanding rehearsal schedule. We had to make it work because I didn’t want to go months without seeing her again.
“We can play it by ear week to week. I can come to you. We can meet up after rehearsals sometimes if you want. There are no obligations in a friends with benefits situation. Just a little extra fun in your time off if you want it.”
“Friends with benefits?”
