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Santino: Well, I’m definitely thinking about you.
Tilly: Anyone ever tell you that you come on a little strong?
Santino: Nope. This is a first. There’s a lot of things I do with you that I’ve never done with anyone else.
Tilly: Like?
Santino: It’s probably a little too much information since we’re taking things slow, so it’s best to keep it mysterious.
I bite my lip at that response because knowing Santino, whatever it was is naughty. An ache throbs between my legs at just the thought of that. Jesus, this attraction is intense. Which is good. It’s fun and exciting, and it makes me feel alive. And while I want to stand firm on taking things slow, I don’t want to lose what I remember being so incredible about Santino.
His dirty mouth.
Tilly: Don’t tease me like that, Sonny. I’m a big girl. I can take it.
Santino: Very well then. You’ll be pleased to know that I had to jerk off last night after you left and your sexy lips were all I thought about as I did it.
Nothing could wipe the smug grin off my face right now. Biting my lip, I pull my mobile up to reply.
Tilly: I might have you beat.
Santino: Do tell…in graphic detail if we’re being so candid this lovely Monday morning.
Tilly: Well, it was two times for me. Vibrator. It’s the only thing that’s seen me through my very long dry spell.
Santino: Christ, I’m going to need to jerk off before going to work.
Tilly: Sorry.
Santino: Don’t be. Dinner Wednesday? I’m overrun with work right now so I can’t do sooner.
Tilly: Wednesday should work.
Santino: Good. We need to talk about some stuff.
Tilly: Like?
Santino: Like telling your brother we’re seeing each other.
Tilly: Pass.
Santino: Trouble…
Tilly: Can’t we just enjoy ourselves for a little while first? He’s literally a descendant from one of the earliest cavemen. He’ll ruin everything. Let’s just hold off for now.
Santino: How long are we talking?
Tilly: Not long…just until we…maybe…stop using battery-operated devices.
The next few days, I wind up having to work extra hours on more ridiculous contract negotiations for Zander Williams. The kid is infuriating me. He was supposed to be here and playing for us already, but now he won’t be able to start until the transfer window opens in January.
Normally, this is the kind of mess I would work on at all hours of the night, but the past couple of nights, I’ve been busy on the phone with Tilly. I actually can’t even remember the last time I talked this much to a woman I wasn’t sleeping with. This taking it slow business is more intriguing than I would have expected.
As I finish changing for our date tonight, Vaughn’s name comes up on my mobile. “Hiya, Vaughn.”
“Santino, where are you? You’re not in your office.”
“I’m home.”
