“As it happens, I’m in your villa right now. I believe you’ll be very satisfied.” The initial hesitance in her voice disappeared under a smooth layer of professionalism and a hint of challenge.
He loved a challenge. “If you’re in my villa when I arrive, I guarantee I’ll be satisfied.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Mr. St. Sebastian. I’m not staying. I stopped by this evening to inspect the rooms and make sure everything is in order. That’s all.”
Her attempt to sound brusque didn’t quite hold up. He heard the amusement in her voice. She wanted to spar with him. He wanted the same thing. Verbal foreplay via telephone usually didn’t interest him, but as he was quickly discovering, any interaction with her interested him. “Very diligent of you, Miss Wayne. Are you alone?”
Silence ruled for a beat, and then she replied, “Yes.”
“Which room are you currently inspecting?”
“The living room.”
He could work with that. “Is there a large sofa? I have unfinished business I fully intend to complete during this trip, and it requires a large sofa.”
The click of heels reverberated in his ear, and he envisioned her crossing the room to size up the sofa. Was she imagining them on it? If he was doing his job, she would be.
Her sultry voice flowed over the line. “The sofa is quite generous, but I fear your business may nonetheless remain unfinished.”
Gauntlet thrown. Game on. He didn’t bother restraining his satisfied smile. Playing games with Chelsea had become his diversion of choice. Hers too, he suspected, because beneath her impressive reserve, he heard a thread of excitement. H
e wouldn’t hand her such an easy win this time.
“We’ll see. What about the upholstery. Is it smooth or textured?”
The faint rustle of cushions indicated she’d taken a seat. “It’s a sueded cotton. Very durable, if that’s your concern.”
“My concern is comfort. If the fabric is highly textured, too much friction will leave red marks on delicate skin.”
“I see.” Her audible swallow brought another smile to his face, and sent his blood flowing south. “It’s very smooth. I’m sure your delicate skin will suffer no discomfort.”
“It’s not my skin I aim to protect, Miss Wayne, but you’ve put my mind at ease.” And his cock at attention. “The dimensions are adequate for two?”
“Um…yes. It’s long enough to stretch out on.”
“I’ll need a couple of pillows too. Sometimes the perfect position requires extra cushioning.”
“There are three pillows. If you need additional shoring up, perhaps you’d like to request orthopedic pillows? We gladly provide them. Even at a singles resort, not every guest is…ahem…in his prime. But sometimes, I’m afraid, the perfect position is simply out of reach.”
Oh yeah, he could almost see her fist-pump over that one. Not in his prime? Hilarious. “The three standard pillows should be sufficient, but you’ll be the first to know if I’m wrong. Speaking of perfect positions, tell me about the arms.”
“The arms of the sofa?” Confusion laced her reply. She’d expected more pillow talk. He congratulated himself on keeping her guessing.
“Exactly. Do they look sturdy?”
“I—I suppose. It’s a rolled arm style.”
“So I could drape, oh, let’s say a hundred and ten pounds, over the arm of the sofa and it would support that weight, and bear up even if subjected to a slow, thorough pounding?” A heavy, relentless ache started deep in his balls as he pictured her over the arm of the sofa, with her face buried in a cushion and him buried in her heat. He closed his eyes so he could focus on her voice.
“Yesss.”
The single word came out whisper soft, like delicate fingers teasing their way up his cock. Phone sex, for Christ’s sake. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so caught up in a woman he’d resorted to a long-distance tactic. All he knew was the sooner he cured the long-distance part, the better, and made a mental note to move up his flight. He intended to be testing the sofa with her, in person, by tomorrow afternoon.
Reckless. The warning played through his mind, in his father’s voice. His attention slid to the stack of paperwork on his desk—fuck it, he’d get through every sheet, even if it killed him. “The villa sounds promising, so far, but I’ll need a few additional details before I can confirm it meets my needs.”
“You’re an exceedingly high-maintenance guest.”
Despite the criticism, she didn’t sound too perturbed. “Miss Wayne, you have no idea. Are you prepared to assist me with my remaining questions?”