Page 46 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

“What?” she asks.

“Whatwhat?” I say.

“You have that look like there’s something more.”

“Why would there be something more?”

“Because of the look on your face. The wake-up call. What aren’t you telling me?” She studies me even more intensely, craning her neck forward.

“Screw off!” I laugh.

“Oh my god, there’s awhatthe size of the Chrysler Building. What happened on that wake-up call? You’re so gonna tell me.” She grabs the wine. “You have to tell me.”

“Uhhhh.” I sink in my seat.

She pours and nudges a glass my way. Our wineglasses aren’t the stem kind; they’re like petite drinking glasses with a pretty filigree design. We like to think of them as Parisian. “Spill. You made the mean call. Right?”

“Yeah, I made the mean call.”

“And?”

“He was into it.”I was into it. I sip my wine.

“What does that mean?”

I brush off the question. “Here’s the thing—he’s become curious. He’s been trying to get ahold of the firm. He wants to contract with Operator Seven—that’s me—for…I don’t know. An exclusive contract.”

Mia squints at me, like she’s trying to make out distant shapes through a thick haze.

“He wants Operator Seven all to himself.” I take a swig.

“That’s a bit odd. How many naps does that asshole take?”

“It’s not the waking-up part that he’s interested in.” I pause and bite nearly the entirety of my lips into my mouth to keep from smiling. This is not a smiling occasion!

“Does he want more…rude conversation?”

My teeth are keeping my lips from smiling, but the problem is that I need my lips for talking. I release and contort them into their normal shape as best I can before I raise my gaze to her. “I wouldn’t say that it stayedrudeexactly.”

Her voice is a harsh whisper. “Tell me what that means.”

I look at her straight on. Sometimes, between friends, a look communicates everything.

Her eyes literally double in circumference. “Excuuuuuuse me?”

I return to biting back my smile.

“No. Freaking. Way.”

I whisper, “Yes way.”

“To clarify—are we talking phone sex here?”

“It didn’t go quite that far.”

“Quitethat far? Sexy phone calls with your asshole boss is pretty far.” She gestures, seeming at a loss for words. “Did you get to third base?”

“I don’t even know what that means. We were on the phone. Are there bases on the phone?”

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