“Okay, I still am, but I always am. There’s only one option left, this week we’ll have to resort to online therapy.”
“Is that what we’re still calling it?” Her voice was playful.
“It’s what it is.” He nodded seriously. “It’s another step in your rehab process. How’s your dirty talking game?”
“Non existent.” She blushed. “I’ve never done that on the phone.”
“Never?” His brows lifted. “Jesus, Mia, we have some work to do. This is going to take extra sessions.” He leaned in closer, brushing her cheek with his lips. “Tonight you need to be naked and in bed by ten. When I call, you answer, no questions.”
“You’re bossy.”
“And you love it.”
The smile on her face told him that she did. And he loved it, too. The way she responded to him every time he touched her. The way her breath quickened as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
The way she touched him like she really cared.
Whoa! Where did that thought come from?
“I guess I should go,” he said, raking his fingers through his hair. “You have your presentation to work on.”
“When will you be back from Boston?” she asked him.
“I’m not sure. Early next week, I hope. Don’t worry, I won’t cancel on you twice.”
“Is it important? Your meeting?”
He shrugged. “Just routine stuff.” Lies, all lies. But he didn’t want her sympathy. Not when he could have her body.
“Okay, then. Be safe.”
“I will. And you, too.” He took a step back. “Good luck tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” Cam lifted a hand in goodbye.
He was almost at the gate when she called out. “Hey!”
He turned to look at her. Her eyes were bright, her head tipped to the side. “Yeah?” he asked. Damn he really didn’t want to leave her right now. She looked too good for that.
“Good luck in Boston.”
He grinned. “Thanks.”
Yeah, he’d take that. Because he had a feeling he was going to need it.
Chapter Twenty
“Hey, Mia!” Becca called out. Mia had fifteen minutes until her meeting was due to begin, and the four walls of her office had felt like they were closing in on her. She’d decided to walk through the distillery and loosen her muscles. It was better than sitting and getting panicky.
“I’m glad I caught you.” Becca ran over, her breath coming in pants. “God, I’m so out of shape. If my brothers could see me wheezing like this, they’d laugh their heads off.”
Mia smiled, glad for the distraction from her presentation. “Are you okay? Do you need an inhaler or something?”
Becca laughed. “I just need to do something other than work. Like run. Anyway, the state of my lungs isn’t why I wanted to talk to you. Do you have any plans on Sunday?”
“Nothing apart from church.” And moping around because she couldn’t see Cam this weekend.
“Great. Then you and your boys can come to my birthday party. It’s on Sunday afternoon at my brother’s house. I’ll message you the details.”