Giada was back home in her own bedroom when her phone rang, and she looked to the caller id and grimaced. She missed two calls from him already when she was in the shower. She knew he was a persistent bastard, and she was going to have to take it, sooner or later.
“Hello.” She spoke quietly into the receiver.
“Are you avoiding me?”
“No, Don Saputo. I am not. I was up late last night and overslept. I only arrived back home and took a much-needed shower.” She considered the way Cap lingeringly kissed her before allowing her to leave his house this morning. She also gargled with a very potent alcohol-based mouthwash after she texted Silver to say she’d let him give her oral and Silver’s response was to send her a photo of a man’s mouth full of cold sores. Damn Silver. She nervously scratch
