Page 8 of Tempted

“Yeah…”

“Girl, you have nerves of steel. I wouldatapped that.”

“Yeah, well…no one’s tapping anything.”

“Yet,” she says with a giggle.

“Whatever. I need a favor.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“I need some clothes. And clean underwear.And shoes…oh, and my phone charger.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll ask Ron if he can pick you up. I thinkI saw stars in your eyes last night when he whispered in your ear,”I tease.

“Oh, Lord, Ray…he’s gorgeous! I’ve had acrush on him since forever.”

“Did you give him your number?”

“Of course.”

“Great. I’ll have him call you and you canwork out pick-up. You remember where the spare key is?”

“Yup.”

“Lonnie won’t be home for hours, so you don’thave to worry about her.”

“Great! I’ll see you later.”

“’Kay.” I stop her before she hangs up.“Chrissy? How is he?”

“Not good. Locked himself in his room andwon’t come out.”

“You think he’d talk to me?”

“Just give it some time. He’s hurt and angry.He needs some time to cool off.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you in a bit.”

I hang up and bury my face in the bed. I’m ahorrible, horrible person. If I had listened to Gage, I would havebroken up with him a long time ago. Even if I wasn’t going to bewith Gage, I knew I wasn’t that into Chris. Instead, I made himfall in love me.

“Jesus Christ, woman! Where are yourclothes?”

I look up just as Gage slams the door.“Clothes?”

“Clothes!”

He motions toward me and I look down. Theshirt rode up and my ass is out. My lace boy shorts don’t exactlycover much. “You’re scared of a little skin?” I smirk at him.

“You’re the one who should be scared. Do yourealize where you are?”