“You had a sexy dream about me in the supply closet at work. It’s natural, nothing to be embarrassed about.” I draw in a breath, trying to distract myself from this nightmare. “So what was I doing in this dream?” I can tell from his voice he’s way too pleased with himself. “Or should I say, we? What were we doing in this dream?” “We’re not talking about this.” “Wow, that much, huh?” “No.” I lift my chin. “I’m just not interested in feeding you delusions of grandeur.”
