Tuesday Tales – Necklace
“So, I guess I had the right number after all,” a deep voice rumbled on the other end. The sound make Dani’s belly flip flop. A slow burn erupted in her core. The guy said a few words and it instantly sent her into a lust filled frenzy? What the hell was wrong with her?
“You were pretty ballsy,” she finally choked out as her fingers wandered across her breasts until they were knotted tight in the leather cord she wore as a necklace.
“You gave me your number, Dani,” Fitz countered. “What was I supposed to do?”
“So how fast can you get ready for supper? I’m starving.”
“Wow. Again. Ballsy.”
“Baby, everything I do is ballsy. Life’s too short to sit on the sidelines. Are you saying you don’t want to go out with me?”
“It’s not that. It’s just…” Dani’s voice trailed off.
“Your team and my team hate each other. Hate is actually not a strong enough word. If we get caught together it will start a war. One Saint Louis is not prepared for.”
“So what? That’s them, not us.”
“My team is my family. I won’t betray them.”
“It’s dinner, Dani. We’re not eloping,” Fitz assured. “Come on. I can hear it in your voice. You’re hesitant but you want to. You’re curious. And I may be wrong, but I think I can hear that sweet, breathy sound of a woman turned on.”
Dani snorted. But dang, he was right. The more Fitz talked the damper her panties got. “You’re full of shit.”
“Baby, get dressed. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Be dressed to ride on a bike.”
“You don’t know where I live.”
“I have my sources. See you in twenty.” The line went dead. Dani let the cell drop from her hand. After a minute or two of stunned silence she stood to get dressed.