7
This man was relentless, and I loved it but hated it at the same time. Ugh. Why is this happening? With a sigh, I answered, my voice light. “Hey, you.”
“Where you at?” His voice was low, smooth, that grown man tone that always sat too well in my chest.
“Out.”
“Out where?”
“Out shopping.”
“For who?” he asked, dragging the question like he already knew the answer.
I smirked. “Does it matter?”
“If it ain’t for me, nah.”
“Oh my God.” I rolled my eyes.
He didn’t miss a beat. “It’s cool. You already got my gift.”
I laughed despite myself. “Boy, shut up.”
“I’m serious,” he said. “Wrap that pretty pussy up in a bow and have it waitin’ for me.”
I bit down on my lip to keep from smiling too hard. “You want me to gift wrap my pussy for you? That’s crazy.”
“Nah, baby,” he said, voice dipping even lower. “That’s Christmas cheer.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“You asked.”
“Well, what are you doing anyway, sir? Besides harassing me.”
“I just touched down.”
I blinked. “Touched down where?”
“Your city.”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I fumbled my phone, caught it, then dropped it for real this time. It hit the car mat with a thud, and I scrambled to grab it with shaky hands.
My chest grew tight. No. No, no, no. He’s here… now?
I clutched my phone like it was the only thing tethering me to the earth, heart racing, mouth dry, stomach twisting in ways that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Because Woods wasn’t supposed to be here. Not yet. Not until I figured out what the hell I was going to do. Not until I decided if I was brave enough to tell him.
I clutched my phone like it was the only thing tethering me to the damn ground, heart racing, mouth dry, stomach twisting in ways that had nothing to do with morning sickness. His voice drifted through the speaker, smooth as ever.
“You still there, gorgeous?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Shit just got real.