Making His Baby(198)
Traipsing back into my office, I grab the card with info I’d memorized long before our first meeting.
I smile when I see she even included her personal phone number for clients who needed to reach her after hours.
And she’d said I was thorough.
Without a second thought, I pick up the phone and wait until her sultry voice fills the line.
“Hello?” she speaks uncertainly and I know it’s because she doesn’t recognize my number.
“Grace, I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” I let my words linger for a bit. My research hasn’t revealed whether she’s involved with anyone. Is she with him right now? It’s Friday night and it would make sense for a couple to be spending time together after the conclusion of the work week.
But the thought alone makes me see a deep shade of red I hadn’t seen since leaving the SEALs.
“Jameson,” she says finally filling the silence that had stretched over the line.
It pleases me that she didn’t pretend to not know who was calling.
“How are you?” I ask casually, no pretense of business clouding my words.
She stammers a bit before replying. “I’m fine. H-how can I help you, Jameson? Did you think of something else after our meeting today?”
I had thought of something all right.
I take another pull from my beer and relax against the counter to talk to her.
“Are you seeing anyone, Grace?”
Her gasp lets me know she is startled by my straightforward approach.
Good. She’s thrown me off balance and I’m glad I can return the favor.
“Excuse me?” she sputters. I must admit, it’s cute.
“Are you dating anyone? Do you have someone you’re involved with?” I ask for clarification.
“Mr. Wilcox, I’m sorry but I was under the impression this was a business call. If you don’t have any questions about your loan—”
“Jameson,” I interrupt.
“What?” she asks and I can tell she’s way off kilter now. I smile at the thought.
“Jameson. We agreed you would call me by my name. Remember?”
A few intakes of breath are followed by a loud sigh. “Look, Jameson. I’m not sure what you’re trying to accomplish here, but I’m only interested in talking business.”
“I bet you’re leaking just thinking about the way I would fuck that sweet little pussy of yours.”
She says nothing, the silence letting me know that my words hold truth.
“I saw the way you were fidgeting in your office today. Do you really want me to believe I have no effect on you?” I tease boldly.
Grace breaks the silence, finally finding her voice.
“I don’t have to tell you how inappropriate you’re being, Mr. Wilcox. Please refrain from using this number unless you need to discuss details regarding your loan application. I’m going to pretend like this never happened and I suggest you do the same. Goodbye.”
As the dial tone hums in my ear, I smile and put the receiver back on the cradle.
She wants me as much as I want her and I’m going to make sure we both satisfy our cravings.
Grace Chambers seems determined to play it safe at the moment, but I will eventually break her and put us both out of our sex-starved misery.
Then I will turn her over to the lowlife who’s looking for her and move on with my life.
Chapter three
GRACE CHAMBERS
Saturday night finds me on the couch, stuffing my face with my favorite movie snack: popcorn and milk chocolate. Stephania is in the kitchen retrieving her famous hot wings while I search through the channels.
Since neither of us have much of a social life, it has become our Saturday night ritual to veg out on the sofa with all our favorite foods and loads of reality TV.
Finally, I land on our favorite housewives show before my mind drifts to eyes the color of honey and rough hands large enough to…
“What did I miss?” Stephania asks, interrupting my wayward thoughts. She plops down beside me with a bowl of saucy wings.
I try, unsuccessfully, to concentrate on the overdressed women and petty catfights but Jameson intrudes every thought I have for the next thirty minutes. Stephania doesn’t hold her tongue when she notices.
“Okay,” she says muting the TV. “What’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, playing it coy.
She doesn’t buy it and says as much. I know the guilt is visible all over my face.
“You’re still thinking about this Jameson guy, aren’t you?” she asks reading my mind.
A frustrated groan escapes me as I drop my head on the cushion.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” I admit.
I know there’s no point in lying to her. Since meeting at a job fair a year ago, we’ve been thick as thieves. She’s the one person I’ve grown to trust here.