“Then finish it and get another one.”
“I haven’t eaten,” she protested.
“You can eat later. This is more important,” he insisted.
Britt muttered under her breath about him being bossy, but she poured more wine in her glass.
“Now go get in bed.”
Chapter 2
Are you in bed yet? Jack asked.
“I am not drinking red wine anywhere near my sheets,” she laughed. “They’re white!”
“Okay, so be fussy. Take a drink, set it down across the room, far far away from your precious sheets,” he chuckled and she complied.
“Okay. I’m on the bed.”
“IN the bed,” he corrected. “Clothes off.”
“Uh, no,” she said with a nervous laugh. “I’ve never had phone sex. This is embarrassing. I don’t think I want to participate.”
“Give me a chance. If you want to quit, we’ll quit. I’m betting you won’t want to quit.”
“Glad to see you still don’t have a confidence problem,” she said wryly.
“Trust me. Take off your clothes.”
“Fine, but if I want to quit you have to sing Cry Me a River. All of it.”
“Deal,” he agreed easily.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Are your clothes off?”
“Yes,” she admitted, wriggling under the covers self-consciously even though she lived alone.
The sheets felt crisp and cool against her bare skin. She bit her lip, feeling wanton just thinking that.
“Get your vibrator.”
“I—”
“Don’t pretend you don’t have one,” he said saucily.
“Ugh. Do you know everything?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do know everything. Now get your vibrator.”
Britt fumbled in her drawer for a second and found it.
“Ready.”
“Now lay it aside for the moment and just run your fingers through your hair. Rub your scalp the way I do,” he instructed.
Britt rubbed her head, feeling both silly and a little relieved that this was so simple. She was comfortable combing her hand through her own hair. This was fine. Not embarrassing. Not something from a cheap porno. Just smoothing her hair. Totally g-rated.