Desiree
Desiree“Listen, doll.” Junior cups my chin in that stern way of his. “I’ll run out and get us coffee if you promise not to make a break for it. Are we past that now?”
“Can I see my phone again?”
He let me check texts and messages last night—with him looking over my shoulder the whole time, of course. There was a reply from my mom, but nothing else. No word from the private investigator or work.
“I don’t know why you think this is negotiation. What you’re getting out of the deal is hot coffee and maybe a pastry. I’m asking if you’re gonna stay put or if I need to tie you to the bed. Because, baby, I will. And we both know you’d like it.” His voice deepens on the last words and I feel the vibration everywhere.
He’s so right. Heat floods my nether regions at his words. Still, I k
