"No traces of indecent behavior?"
"None," I confirm, even though he knows this very well, but as usual, I'm game to see where he's going with this.
"So, say he'd hack into your phone a week or two from now. Would you have anything inappropriate to hide?"
Ahh, of course. I should’ve guessed this was where he was going. I have absolutely no idea what to answer, but the situation requires some teasing.
"Who knows? I might meet a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, who could sweep me off my feet."
"I thought you already met someone," he deadpans, and by the frosty undertone in his voice, it's clear he's not appreciating my joke. Whenever Christopher teases me, he puts a smile on my face, and that's exactly the reaction I was hoping to get out of him.
Right, mental note: must work on my teasing skills.
"I have met someone," I say, surprised by the way my voice catches at the end.
"Now we're talking."
I can practically hear him smile, and my heart grows in size.
"You'd better lay it on thick," he continues. "Nothing less than ‘he's the best thing to walk on this earth’ is acceptable."
I suppress the urge to giggle, sliding down lower in the car seat.
"He makes me smile all the time," I confess.
"You deserve to."
"He also makes me blush a tad too much."
"Really?" His voice has turned thick and rich, like melted butter.
"Yeah," I confirm, suddenly feeling shy.
"Just one question. Does he also make you want to touch yourself?"
In the few seconds it takes for his words to register, my entire body heats up, desire bolting through me. I press my thighs together, attempting to quench the throb in my center.
"Christopher!"
"I take that as a yes."
"You're a bad influence."
"Best words I've heard all day." A loud crack alerts me that there’s some commotion on his end. "My assistant just came into my office with a report I need to look at. Let me know about the tryouts."
With that dismissal, he clicks off, leaving me to wonder how he can switch from naughty to businesslike in the span of a second. Still, with some time left to kill, I pick up my e-reader again, attempting to lose myself in the book I was reading. Only my mind flies far too often to a certain bearer of bad influence, and I'm far too aware of all the places where my body aches for him.
***
"I made it," Lucas announces a while later after all but ripping the car door open.
"Congratulations." I refrain from leaving the car and congratulating him properly because the risk of hugging and kissing my brother for all his teammates to see is far too high. "Hop in."
After he climbs in and secures his seatbelt, I say, "How about picking the girls up and going for some cheesecake? At our favorite coffee shop?"
"Awesome. Can I ask Christopher if he wants to come too? I think I only made the team because of this trick he showed me. I was the only one who did it."
"Sure. Go ahead, ask him. But don't call him. Send a message. He might be in a meeting."