“I’m gonna go show the pitch to Scott anyway,” he whispers back. “Take the call. Come meet me on the top deck after, and we’ll have a glass of something together.”
He waves vaguely at me again as he heads outside, and I slump back in my chair, clenching my jaw as I stare at the number on my screen.
The fucking nerve of this guy. Calling me after hours, while I’m at work, with no warning? Why the fuck am I so nervous all of a sudden?
“Mr. Jones,” I say, putting the phone back to my ear as the door closes behind my brother.
“You sound like you’re at a bar.”
“I was just talking to a very attractive silver fox. How can I help you?”
It annoys me that he laughs at that. I don’t know why I expected him to feel possessive of me; he literally paid me to blow him today, but still, the rejection smarts.
Is he laughing because he doesn’t think I’d be talking to other men, or is he laughing because he doesn’t care either way?
“How did you get my number?” I ask.
“The agency. I’m home, drinking a glass of red wine, and I’m hard as fuck, so I thought I’d see if you were up for a little phone sex.”
A pulse of heat passes through my body, and I bite my lower lip. “Well, that’s one way of asking for what you want.”
“Should I have played it cool? I wasn’t under the impression you needed me to play hard to get.”
I rise, walking to the door and locking it, just in case Flynn comes back. I have no intention of participating in the phone sex, but I don’t need my brother hearing me tell Jones to fuck off.
“I’m not interested in phone sex right now, I’m busy, and I’m off the clock,” I say, snapping the lock into place and walking toward the desk.
“I’ll give you three grand for the privilege.”
Chapter 13
Jax
Ifreeze.Holy shit.I knew this job was lucrative, but three thousand dollars for phone sex? That seems extreme even for an elite escort service.
“I’m glad I’ve got your attention now,” he says smoothly, and his voice is so deep I feel a little shiver pass down my spine. “Why don’t you go somewhere and make yourself comfortable?”
Is he naked right now?
I go to the chair behind the desk and take a seat, determined to take absolutely no part in whatever he wants to do.
Phone sex is not something I’m into. I like reading my partners' physical cues, understanding where they’re at through their body language and expressions, and I’m about to demonstrate just how easy it is to fake it over the phone.
But it would be better if his voice didn’t turn me on so much.
I look out the large window behind me at the buildings across the street. There are only a few lights on at this time of night, but I still don’t want anyone looking in when I can’t see them. Stretching across to the cord, I drop the blind.
“Areyoucomfortable?” I ask, adding a sensual tone to my voice that I immediately hate.
“I am, actually.”
“Are you in your penthouse?”
“How do you know I live in a penthouse?”
“Well, I had to find out some things about you before I walked into your office and demanded a job.”
“Touché. Yes, I’m in my apartment, with a lady friend named Cordelia.”
