"I know, I miss you too."
"What I mean is... I want you."
"I also—" She inadvertently was about to respond with "she wants him too," but midway through her sentence, she suddenly realized what he meant, and her face turned a bright shade of red. "I certainly do not!"
Seeing her on the screen, Lucas Walker licked his lips.
"If only I were that finger you were touching."
Because of this one line, this one phone call, the mood suddenly became romantic and ambiguous.
Ivana glanced at the finger she had just licked and sucked. After tasting the sauce on her finger, she cradled her arm, placing her palm directly over her chest. Her small face grew increasingly hot, and she hastily moved her fingers behind her back.
"You're a rogue, I'm ignoring you!" She turned to hang up the phone but then remembered something. She looked up at the surveillance camera, frowning, "Lucas Walker, you'd better tell me straight, did you put a camera in your master bedroom?"
