ANGEL ROSE
"Hello?" I answer, trying to sound casual.
Frankie's voice is like smooth honey - warm and rich. "Angel Rose." My heart does a little flip.
I'm finding it hard to breathe, but I manage to play it cool. Get it together, Angel Rose. I cover the phone speaker and exhale before speaking, "Frankie," my voice gentle, with a hint of amusement.
"Where did you get my number?" I ask, curiosity piqued.
"I had my ways. I've been waiting for your call all week," he replies, cocky grin evident in his tone.
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Don't hold your breath because it might never happen."
"Why you playing hard to get?" he teases.
"I ain't playing," I say with a smirk. "I'm just not interested in what you're offering."
"Can I see you tonight?" he asks, undeterred.
"Why?" I raise an
