“Where was this manly paragon? Where did you grow up?”
“The suburbs of Buffalo.”
“Buffalo?” He sounded shocked.
“What? What’s wrong with Buffalo?”
“I didn’t think anyone actually lived there. It feels more myth than reality.”
“Okay, Mr. Manhattan.” I rolled my eyes. “You think Buffalo is a conspiracy theory? A hologram? Don’t hate on Buffalo. It’s a great town with hard-working people. Plus, we were close enough to Canada we could go over there and get drunk since their drinking age is nineteen.”
“That’s a solid reason to appreciate your hometown.” Grant lifted a glass of water and took a sip.
He didn’t seem annoyed that I had called or like I was interrupting his night. “What was this manly fourteen-year-old’s name?”
“Bill.”
“Bill from Buffalo?” Grant shook his head. “You’re making that up.”
“I am not! There are lots of men named Bill in Buffalo.” I raised my free hand and ran it through my hair.
Grant seemed to lose interest in Buffalo Bill. “What are you wearing?” he asked.
“This is the way every porno starts.”
“Promise?” Grant shifted and held up his towel. “I’m naked now.” He tossed the towel aside.
Oh, boy. Things had taken a sexy turn. Which I wasn’t opposed to and really should be.
I couldn’t resist flirting just a little. “I’m wearing a sweatshirt and I forgot to put on a bra.”
“You forgot a bra? What a shame. Let me see.”
I shifted my phone so he could see my chest. What? I couldn’t resist. He was hot, remember? And naked. I pulled the neckline of my scoop-neck shirt just a tiny bit lower so he could see the swell of my breasts.
“Lower,” he commanded.
When he used that voice—low and growly and demanding—I got turned on and just automatically obeyed. I dragged my shirt low enough that he could see both of my nipples. He swore under his breath. I let go and my shirt covered me again.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he told me. “Did you call me to torture me?”
“No, I swear. I called to try to get to know you better. But for the record, I’m torturing myself too, so that should make you feel better.”
“It doesn’t,” he said dryly. “And I’m going to end this call before I ask you to come over and spend the night with me.”
A flush of arousal heated my body up from the inside out. “Oh, really? Would that be a bad thing?”
He shook his head. “No. But I have to be up at five a.m. tomorrow, and if you come over, I’ll get exactly no sleep because I would need hours to explore every single inch of your body.”
I’d started a game without even meaning to and now I had just lost. Because now I was going to spend the night wishing I was going cowgirl on Grant’s hard, naked body. “Hours?”
“Hours.”
I fanned myself. “I believe you.”
“Before I go and take a cold shower, when are you free to go shopping?”
“We’re going shopping?”