"Hello?"
"Roman," I blurted out. I hadn't been ready for him to answer, and now I had no idea what the hell to say.
"Beth." He sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me.
I relaxed, actually managing to breathe.
"How are you? Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fin
e," I said, a little too quickly. "I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to meet for coffee?"
"A coffee?" he repeated.
"Yes. Coffee. It's what sometimes people have over a discussion to get to know each other better."
"You want to get to know me?"
"Roman, either you want to or you don't."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'd love to meet you for coffee. Or better yet, how about I treat you to a hot chocolate that is so good it will make you orgasm?"
I laughed. "How can I say no to that?"
Chapter Fifteen
Beth
“Glad you could make it.”
I turned around and smiled. Roman approached me, a sexy smile working across his lips as he looked me over. I lowered my eyes, loving the way I felt when I was around him.
“How could I pass up the promise of a hot chocolate that will make me orgasm?” I teased. I felt myself relax. See, I could do this. It was just talking. Just two friends meeting for a drink.
“Hey, I make no guarantees, but should this fail, I am prepared to honor the promise myself.” He chuckled as my face went red. Was that a joke? I didn’t want to ask, afraid of what the response would be.
“I’m not embarrassing you, am I?” He smirked.
“No,” I said smugly. “I’m just embarrassed on your behalf at that poor pickup line.”
He laughed loudly. “Well thank you, but I don’t need your pity. Besides, I thought that line was pretty smooth,” he returned, as the waitress walked over to our table.
***
I dug my spoon down to the bottom of the mug, scooping up a mountain of creamy goodness. Okay, I had to admit: this was damn good. I could quite easily become addicted. I looked up at Roman, who was staring at me. His mouth twitched, like he wanted to say something.
“What?”
“Nothing. You just have a little . . .” He reached over to my chin, catching a rogue drop of cream. His eyes gleamed as he lifted his thumb to my mouth. “You may as well finish it.” I giggled and parted my mouth. He slipped his thumb inside, his insanely dark eyes narrowing in on me as I sucked it gently.
Placing his arm back down in his lap, he shook his head and laughed. “You better watch yourself, Ms. Masters. You don’t want to wind me up.”
“I don’t?” I teased. I liked this. I was relaxed and playful. Slowly, I was coming out of my shell. Now if only I could be consistent. I was running more hot-and-cold these days than Katy freaking Perry.
It hit me that I still knew very little about him.
“So, who are you, Roman?”