Page 34 of Ring Me

“The thing I want to do might be too much.”

“You think I can't handle your dirty ideas?”

“Who said it was dirty?”

I blushed furiously. “Oh, sorry, I thought—”

“You're right,” he interrupted me, leaning close, breathing in my ear. “It's very dirty.”

The waitress came over with two highball glasses. Conner handed me mine, taking a small sip from his. He was watching me closely. I wondered if a confident guy like him was worried I'd turn down his suggestion.

Running my finger around the edge of my glass, I said, “I'm waiting.”

“Follow me.”

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