This boy probably had a full list of ‘baby’ contacts in his phone. Baby 1, Baby 2, Baby 3, and so on.
“Mmm. I guess your acting ended the moment I called. Am I right, or am I right?”
I scrunched up my face. This person was the definition of rudeness, with an ego larger than my pack house.
He let out a long sigh. “I told you, I don’t want to see you for the next couple of weeks, but maybe after that, I’ll give you a call. How’s that for a good deal? Alright then, bye-bye?—”
“Who the heck do you think you are?” I snapped, startling Zeus. “I was just about to block your number, then you called right at that moment. Do you have any idea how late it is, or haven’t you learned to tell the time yet?”
I inhaled at the end of my speech, considering ending the call. It was already… I glanced at my brain-shaped alarm. 3:12 a.m.
Four hours of sleep left.
I pursed my lips, waiting for his answer, maybe an apology…
Neither came.
Just deep breathing.
Maybe he didn’t know what to say. Maybe he was mortified. Or maybe he fell asleep? I glanced at the screen. Yep, Mr. Unknown was still there.
“Well?”
Waiting for that husky voice, my heart beat faster than I would ever admit.
“Say something else.” His voice had dropped an octave.
Baffled, my eyes went wide before narrowing. “And why would I do that?”
“I want to hear your voice again. Talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you. And I don’t know what Ludmilla saw in you, but how can you dare talk to anyone that way?” I bit out.
His chuckle, deep and sexy, sent a jolt of weirdness through my spine. That kind of voice should seriously be illegal!
“Stop getting your panties in a twist, little baby,” he drawled.
My mouth curled into a scowl. “You aresoinappropriate. And don’t call melittle baby!” I growled, my wolf surfacing. She was mad, pacing inside my head, tail whipping—but I didn’t know if he was a werewolf or not, so no matter my instincts, I couldn’t let her out fully.
His breath came out in a rush. “You know, you’re actually funny.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m usually the funniest. Everybody laughs at my jokes.”
I rolled my eyes, belly flopping onto my bed and fluffing my pillow. I laid my phone out in front of me. “Ever consider the highly possible hypothesis that they laughatyou?”
He clicked his tongue. “Hypothesis? Jeez, I feel like I’m talking to a seventy-year-old librarian.”
“I like books, sue me. Consider yourself lucky if you even reach your sixties.” With his sleeping schedule and foul mouth? I doubted he’d see fifty!
His laugh sent a balmy rush over my skin, even while his words rattled me.
“Already asking my age? Ah, the bunny wants to get to know me better.”
“Now I’m a rabbit?”
“Not a rabbit. A bunny. Because I imagine you small and fluffy, but also, a little nasty.” Before I could answer, he anticipated my next words. “Don’t worry, though; I have that effect on the ladies.”
