I raise an eyebrow, a challenge in my gaze. “Raising the stakes already, are we?” Saylor smirks, his flirtatious demeanor in full force. “Maybe I just want to see what you’ve got.” Nope. Nah-uh, Sloan, you are not going to get all worked up over a ghost. But Jesus, that line went straight to my pussy, and the grin on his face tells me he knows. Suddenly, his grin falls. He presses his eyes shut and nearly growls in frustration. “No! Fuck, not now!” And in a blink, he’s gone.
