He answered quickly. “Honey, you found the number.”
“Yes I did. Thank you.”
“As always, you are welcome. What can I do for you?”
“Oh, I think you already know the answer to that.” Her answer had been instinctive and intended to tease, but the purr that seemed to curl around the words were a surprise to her if not Jim who took it all in his stride.
“Oh, baby,” he said lowly, arousal evident in his voice. She then heard him speak to someone else. “Sorry, it’s my future wife.” He laughed and said something inaudible before returning his attention to Tasha. “Sorry, honey, I was just paying for my purchases.”
“What purchases?”
“Just a few sundries and a shit load of rubbers.”
She laughed again. She really did like James and Jim in and out of bed. The fact that she was calling him on her way to the airport for a flight to L.A. seemed to confirm that.
“Where are you?” she asked, ignoring hisfuture wifecomment.
“At the airport waiting for the hottest lady I have ever met to get her sexy, sore ass on the plane.”
She laughed at his description, but couldn’t deny that she liked him thinking of her in those terms. “Ain’t that the truth? But I have a problem.”
“What’s up?” His tone turned serious at her concerned tone.
“I’m in gridlocked traffic and there seems to be no sign of movement.”
“Shit! How far away are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ask the driver, Natasha.”
“Excuse me, sorry. I know this isn’t your fault, but how far are we from the airport?” She was desperate for the poor driver not to be held responsible for her delay.
James was laughing at her now. “You really are so British and polite, aren’t you?”
“Ssh,” she told him. “Sorry,” she said again to the driver as James laughed again.
“It’s more about the time it’s going to take with traffic rather than distance. You could go via the subway and walk, but maybe not in those shoes.” He laughed, glancing back, looking down her legs to her feet.
Tasha laughed too. “Did you get that?”
“Too fucking right I did. I do hope you and the driver are not flirting because if you are I will fire his ass!” shouted James, his fury and what Tasha suspected was jealousy clear.
“His fired and mine on fire. You really are on a roll, aren’t you?”
He laughed again, suddenly calmer. “I really, really, do like you, Miss Winters.”
“And I you, Mr Maybury.” She couldn’t prevent her smile.
“Can you walk or do you want me to switch our flights? But I don’t know if there’ll be any availability on the later flight. They’re usually quite busy.”
“I’ll walk if the driver shows me the way to go.”
“I hope you are talking directions.”
“Of course, I’m getting the rules now, your di—”
“My rules, and don’t forget that’s my pussy too. Just get here, honey. I’ve missed you,” he said, gentler. His words and the meaning behind them sounded completely and utterly genuine.
