What would he be like as a lover? Rough? Tender? Dirty? Sweet? Probably all of the above, if my surging estrogen levels are any indicator. His gaze sharpens. In a husky voice, he says, “What are you thinking right now?” I clear my throat and attempt a disinterested expression. “Nothing.” Head cocked and eyes fierce, Callum moves slowly toward me. “Do I need to put a section in the contract about lying, Emery? Because I don’t like it when you lie to me.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” I say nervously. “And go stand over there. You’re crowding me.”
This has me absolutely cracked up
