“Are you sure you told me everything?” she implores knowingly. “Have you seen him since the office on Friday?”
“No, but he called me last night.” I briefly fill her in on Jameson’s bold attempt at seducing me over the phone.
“The guy has balls,” she says after a sip of her soda. “Just be careful, Grace. He has a reputation.”
She’s not telling me anything I don’t already know.
“I just wish I wasn’t so turned on by it. This is wrong for so many reasons.”
“You need a distraction,” Stephania claims, eyeing me closely.
“What kind of distraction?” I ask, leery of what’s coming next.
A huge smile eclipses her face and I know my premonitions are right.
“Let me set you up with one of the teachers at my school. I know the perfect guy for you.”
I roll my eyes at her enthusiasm. She works at the local high school and has been trying to set me up with the history teacher since she started the gig.
Each time, I vehemently turn down her offer. This time is no different.
“You know I’m not ready to date anyone yet, Steph.”
Exasperation clouds her once playful expression and she huffs.
“You always say that but you never tell me why.”
Guilt assails me. I trust her more than most people but I still haven’t been completely open about my past. I’m just not ready to confront those feelings.
“One of these days,” I promise, turning my gaze back to the TV.
“Fine,” she concedes, standing up to walk in the kitchen. “Do you want another drink?”
I smile quietly to myself, happy that I’ve purchased myself a little more time.
***
On Monday, I sit in my office sifting through emails, mentally preparing for the work day. As I type out a response to my boss about my latest report, my phone vibrates twice, alerting me to a new text message.
Absentmindedly, I grab the phone and scan the screen. The same number from Friday night stares back at me and I know it’s him.
Butterflies rapidly invade my stomach.
Swiping up, I key in my passcode to reveal his message.
Miss me yet?
Heat rushes into my cheeks and I can’t stop the smile that follows. Since his phone call Friday night, I’ve foolishly anticipated his next attempt at communication.
Not a chance, I type back.
He replies twice within a matter of seconds.
Liar.
What are you wearing, Ms. Chambers?
Instant arousal shoots through my core and I squirm in my chair. It is far too early for these sensations to assault me.
When I don’t text him back right away, he abandons the text messaging and calls me directly.
“Tell me your secret, Grace.”
I’m unprepared for how sexy he sounds first thing in the morning. His sinful voice is somewhat scratchy, as if he’s just waking up.
The thought of him calling me from bed does inexplicable things to my swelling lust.
“What are you talking about?” I ask as I begin my new practice of folding and unfolding my legs in an attempt to relieve the building pressure.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left your office on Friday and I want to know your secret.”
“I’ll never tell,” slips past my lips before I can stop myself.
Am I really flirting with this man?
His tempting laugh fills the line and I am filled with pride that I am the one to elicit it.
“You’re something else, Grace Chambers. Listen, do you have lunch plans today?”
His question momentarily douses the fire in my loins and I slowly regain a portion of my senses. I have to remain firm with him or he will walk all over me and my rules.
“Mr. Wilcox,” I say, attempting to sound stern. “I’ve told you already that this can’t go any further than a working relationship.”
Momentary silence is followed by the sound of him clearing his throat.
“I was going to ask you if I could stop by and discuss my account.”
I’m so happy no one is here to witness the mortified expression on my face.
Jameson chuckles lowly.
“But I’d be more than happy to take you lunch instead. If that’s what you want,” he adds and I can almost picture the brash smirk on his face.
Words fail me before I gather my wits.
“I’m sorry. I just assumed — you know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m free in the afternoon if and when you decide to drop by. I’ll be happy to answer any questions you may have regarding your existing account or loan application.”
I’m certain he can read my embarrassment through the phone because his next words mercifully spare me any further humiliation.
“Great. I’ll see you around one.”
“Great,” I squeak out.