“Baby.” Bear rumbles into the phone. His deep voice contains a smile. My insides curl into pretty pink bows. Coral pink.
“Hey,”
I realize I’m twirling a strand of hair around my finger like the caricature of a mooning woman and yank my hand away.
“Nervous?”
“Maybe. I’ve never done this before.”
“We’ll go easy on you.”
“Maybe I prefer hard.” I cover my face as my blush marches up from my breasts to my neck, headed for my face. I’ve got to get the blushes under control, or every time I quip, I’ll end up with a tomato face.
Bear chuckles, his laugh so deep and delicious I can taste it. Forget beef steak, he is chocolate lava cake. So bad for me, yet so damn good. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get both.”
Squuuuueeeeeee.
“Come to lunch with me.”
“I can’t. Work. I already took my lunch br
