There was a sigh that – annoyingly – had a trace of amusement in it. “Come here, baby.” “No.” I was quite comfortable where I was. “Why?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I don’t need a reason.” “Come on, come to me.” “I’m busy.” “You’re going to end up with a red mark on your head.” “So will you if you don’t shut the fuck up.” He chuckled. “That’s my girl. Now come over here.”
