“Doesn’t fit the screen. If you insist, I might ask Lily to take one.”
Who is Lily?my thoughts roared. I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me, so I barreled on with,“TellLilyto contact me if she needs an STD panel done,stat.”
“I will,” he chirped, a snort lingering at the end of his words.
“If I ever slept with you, I’d lobotomize myself first to make it bearable.”
“You say that now,” he murmured, voice dropping into that sinful growl again, “but if I told you to come over, you’d be here in under fifteen.”
I laughed. Hard. “If you told me to come over, I’d block your number.”
“You already did. It’s getting kinda romantic.”
“You don’t understand romance. All you do is slut around.”
“And what’s wrong with that? It’s all fun and consensual. It’s honest. No strings, no tears. They come, I go. Everyone’s happy.”
There was silence.
Then, his voice dipped into something primal.
“Challenge accepted.”
“I never challenged?—”
“I could make you come right now. Over the phone. Say the word.”
“I’m hanging up!”
“Aw, don’t be that girl, Ivy. We both know you wish I was your mate.”
Unfortunately, my unreasonable body agreed with him. If I hadn’t been a doctor, I would have blamed the hormones, like everyone else always did in these situations.
“Except, you’re not,” he continued, with nonchalance.
Did he just kick me across the phone line? Because I felt it. In my stomach. Hard and clear.
“I should build an altar to the Moon Goddess to thank her for that.”
“But if you need some company, I’m just a phone call away. I can carve out an hour for you. I like them as stiff as a broom, like you. They’re always the filthiest behind closed doors—and considering how well informed you are about doms and subs?—”
“Tiziano helped me,” I bit out. “He wrote your profile. Not me. So drop the ‘Ivy’s a secret sub’ crap.”
“Tiziano,huh?” The growl was back. “Is he in your pack?”
Oh, no. Did I just sell out Tiziano to the bad wolf?
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
“Don’t mess with him. He’s the king of pranks.”
He gave a humorless laugh. “And you have no idea whoIam.”
“I don’t know because you’re too much of a coward to tell me!”
Rudolph the Rudest ignored that. “Let me give you some advice, bunny. Never play games with someone like me, because I don’t lose. And people like you? You always do.”
Silence descended as his words slammed into me. My heart was beating so hard, I swore he could hear it from there, wherever he was.
