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breath and said the first thing that popped into my head. The thing that would direct the conversation in a direction that would make Risa proud.
    “Find the phone and I’ll show you.”
    “Brenna?”
    “Yes?”
    “ That was pretty damned sexy.”
    “Does that mean you’re still looking for the phone?” I wanted to know. “Because it got very quiet all of a sudden.”
    “Trust me. I’m trying my hardest.”
    “You at your hardest. Now I’m picturing something else entirely,” I teased, pleased with myself, and then added, “Hey. That wasn’t too bad, was it?”
    “Getting sexier by the second,” he agreed.
    “You know, I’m actually impressed.”
    “With my hardness?” he joked.
    “Oh, I’m sure it’s impressive, you big perv. But I meant that you recognized my voice. I didn’t think it was so memorable.”
    He cleared his throat. “Um.”
    “What?”
    “Did you just call me a pervert?”
    “Crap. I did, didn’t I?”
    “Yep. Do you want another do-over?”
    “Yes, please,” I said.
    “Go ahead.”
    “I can even remember what I said,” I admitted, but this time I was smiling at my fumble.
    “That your voice wasn’t very memorable,” he reminded me. “And I was going to say…There’s a lot about you that’s memorable, actually.”
    “Now who’s sexy?” I countered.
    “Oh, you find my remarkable memory sexy?”
    “There’s a lot about you that’s sexy. Actually.” I paused, surprised at how much easier it was getting for me to flirt.
    “Oh, really?” His voice was low. “Care to elaborate on that?”
    “Are you finding the phone?” I whispered.
    “It can wait.”
    The air changed somehow, growing electric.  My body tingled in anticipation for what was coming, even if I didn’t know exactly what that was.
    “I’m not sure I can wait,” I told him.
    “Polo,” he replied roughly.
    “Marco,” I said softly.
    “Are you in bed?”
    “I could be.”
    “Get there,” he commanded. “I see the phone.”
    Slowly, I eased myself onto my bed.  As I did, the bottom on my pajama top slipped up and the edges of my blankets grazed my skin.  Goose bumps raced up my back, across my stomach, and straight to my breasts.
    “Hurry,” I urged in a gasp.
    “Aha! Got – Jesus.” His abrupt change in tone caught me off-guard.
    “Ian?”
    “I have to go,” he said coldly.
    My heart squeezed. “But we were just getting started.”
    “Sometimes, it’s better to stop things before you get in over your head.”
    There was a light click and I was left holding the dead phone in my hand.
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Ridley
     
    I didn’t know how many hours in a row I spent glaring at Ian’s phone.  I wasn’t even convinced that it hadn’t actually been glaring at me .
    When the sun had finally snuck its way into my room, I’d given up on the idea of sleep and moved my sorry ass down to the weightlifting equipment in the garage.
    I still hadn’t been able to turn off my mind.
    Why the hell had Ian chosen last night to lose his phone in my room?
    “Fuck ,” I muttered.
    I turned my eyes to the ceiling, lifted the barbell above my head and wondered the hell was wrong with me.
    I should’ve clued in from the start that Brenna thought I was him.
    Of course she fuck ing did.
    Why the hell would she think it was me?  She’ d called him, she’d expected him.  It would’ve been a miracle for her to know it was me.
    Not only that, but I’d set the whole damned thing up.  I’d given her the number.  I’d told her to call.  I just hadn’t expected her to do it so damned fast.  Or to answer his phone myself.
    I was just a little too excited to hear her voice.  I’d been a little too fucking pleased when she told me that she couldn’t stop thinking about me.
    Except it wasn’t me she was thinking about.
    My brain had been too clouded with lust to even realize it.
    I dove for the phone the second I spotted it.  My hand reached for it, grabbed the edge, and then