Page 26 of Close Encounters of the Sexy Kind
A soft chuckle. “Never doubt me, Ryan. Did you have a pleasant day?”
She pulled the phone away from her ear, looked at the screen, then blinked. When was the last time someone had asked about her day?
“It was okay,” she told him. “How was yours?”
“Long. I was thinking of you.”
“Oh,” she whispered as those tingles intensified.
“I would very much like to see you again.”
Yes, please,she thought, but decided it was best not to appear too eager.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Perhaps dinner?”
“I’d like that. When?”
“I suppose answeringright nowwould not be appropriate.”
It was her turn to laugh. “No, probably not. I just got out of the shower.”
There was a slight pause, and then he said, “A stunning visual. You do know how to torture a man, Ryan Winslet.”
Warmth flowed through her. How did he manage to do that with just his voice?
A sudden, overwhelming desire to see him washed over her. “But I am free tomorrow night,” she told him.
“A veritable eternity,” he murmured. “Very well. I suppose I can wait that long, if I must.” Amusement colored his tone.
“Good. Shall I meet you somewhere?”
“I would prefer to send a car for you.”
Ryan hesitated. Everything about Tiberius seemed wonderful, but she was reluctant to divulge her home address just yet, at least not until she knew a little more about him. Having seen some of the stuff that could happen, she was probably more paranoid than most.
“There’s a bookstore not too far from my place. Would you mind picking me up there?”
“Of course. Your caution is commendable, though I assure you, unnecessary in this case. I would never harm a woman, and certainly not you, Ryan Winslet.”
She sincerely hoped that was true. “Thanks for understanding.”
“Until tomorrow then.”
“Oh, what shall I wear?”
“Something casual and comfortable.”
“Got it. Goodnight, Tiberius.”
“Goodnight, sweet Ryan.”
Ryan disconnected the call and sat back with a sigh. It was official. She was in crush.
