She flipped it over; then held it out to me. On the back James had written, "Call me" in bold slashing penmanship and jotted down a number.
I took the card, curling my hand around it. His gift was proof that he was thinking about me. His tenacity and focus were seductive. And flattering.
There was no denying I was in trouble where James was concerned. I craved the way I felt when he touched me, and I loved the way he responded when I touched him back.
When I tried to think of what I wouldn't agree to do to have his hands on me again, I couldn't come up with much.
When Ellie tried to hand me the phone, I shook my head. "Not yet. I need a clear head when dealing with him and I'm still fuzzy."
"You two seemed cozy last night. He's definitely into you."
"I'm definitely into him." Curling into the corner of the couch, I pressed my cheek into the cushion and hugged my legs to my chest.
