“Thursday night.”
“Thank you for letting me know.” He sounded as if he was thanking Amanda for letting him know a meeting had been cancelled.
“We could still see each other later.”
“Hmmm. What are you wearing tonight?”
“I haven’t decided yet, but it will be appropriate.”
“Make sure it is. You don’t want to mislead Jake, do you?”
“No.” Relief washed over her as he sounded more accepting of the fact she was going to Jake’s for dinner.
“Take your phone out with you,” he ordered.
“Okay,” she agreed once more.
“I am pissed with you and infuriated beyond belief, but I love you.”
“You are a crazy ass, possessive, control freak, but I love you, too.”
“You should be more concerned about your soon to be pink and sore ass, rather than my crazy one.” He softened further.
“I never worry about my ass at your hands.” Her voice was turning husky with desire and arousal she could feel rising in tiny prickles across her skin.
“You shouldn’t pursue this line of conversation, Natasha, unless you want me to insist we set our next date up right now and make you open your present,” he warned.
She said nothing and considered cancelling her dinner with Jake and continuing discussing her ass at his hands some more.
He laughed now. “Oh baby, you are seriously considering your options, aren’t you? I am really looking forward to seeing you. I have missed your enthusiasm, your eagerness, and of course your welcome, but most of all, I have missed your smart mouth that is always so accommodating in allowing my hands to discipline your ass. Get ready for dinner and don’t drink too much. In fact, don’t drink at all. Text me when you’re back.”
She nodded, pouting.
“And I have just added another pout to my list, honey.”
“I hate you,” she cried.
“No baby, you love me.”
Chapter 31
Tasha was already ten minutes late when she arrived at Jake’s flat and as she pressed the door buzzer she checked out her reflection in the glass door. She looked nice in cropped black chinos and a black blouse with a bird print on it that she’d believed obscured the transparency of it. The clearly visible shape of her black bra disputed that. When she’d looked in the mirror at home she had considered it wholly appropriate for dinner with a friend, but now she wasn’t so sure. There was nothing she could about it now so focused on the nude stilettos and matching clutch that completed the look. Jake released the door when he heard her voice and as she climbed the stairs with trepidation her phone beeped.
She paused on the stairs and checked her phone, Jim.
With a smile Tasha continued climbing the stairs and found a reply as she got to the top.
Tasha didn’t bother to put her phone away because she knew there would be another response from Jim. There was no way he would ignore her comment about not sexting, nor her tease regarding her wariness and excitement.
