“I think it’s a plausible enough scenario for you to have a game plan,” he said. “That’s all I’m saying.”
Then the two of us headed our separate ways.
Fuck.
I had a lot to think about.
Eight
Emma
I sat on my couch as I stared at the card in my hand. Ryan’s number. Right there in front of my eyes. I wasn’t sure what to do. At recess with Catherine, I knew I’d never go on a date with Ryan. A man like him with the proclivities in life he had. He didn’t want a woman, he wanted a toy. Someone to fill his time until his tastes changed again.
But that kiss…
I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I’d never been kissed like that before. And what was worse was that I’d never wanted another man like that before. It was like my disgust for his lifestyle went out the window the moment I knew what his lips tasted like. What his body felt like against mine. What his tongue felt like caressing mine.
And before I knew it, I was dialing his number and holding the phone up to my ear.
“This is Ryan.”
I felt my voice catch in my throat as his ripped me from my trance.
Shit. I’d actually called him.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Can you hear me?”
I cringed at the question as a chuckle fell through the phone.
“Miss Emma, what a pleasant surprise.”
“Is it really? You gave me your number,” I said.
“With your apparently disgust for me, I wasn’t sure if you would call.”
“If you knew I was disgusted with you, then why did you give me your number?”
“Because I enjoy a good challenge.”
I grimaced at his words, but the tone of his voice made me shiver.
“Have you given any thought to my proposition?” he asked.
“You mean dinner?”
“Yes. Would you let me take you out to dinner?” he asked.
“How are the kids doing?”
“They’re fine. They won’t be at dinner with us, though.”
“That’s a shame. Why not?” I asked.
“Are you really asking that question? Or are you trying to deflect from the fact that you’re about to accept a date from a man you’re morally opposed to?”
“I haven’t accepted anything.”