Chapter 6
Allen
I mute the television, glance at the incoming number, and smile.
It's her, I think gleefully, then roll my eyes at my juvenile reaction.
Be cool, dude. Be cool…
I press the button to answer and murmur, "Hello?"
Silence at first, followed by, "I'm sorry to disturb you. I am returning a phone call from a Mr. Allen Jones. Might he be available?"
"Speaking. Mrs. Cerver?" I ask deliberately, hoping she will correct me on the assumed marital status.
She does not disappoint.
"Yes, this is Miss Cerver, but please, call me Brielle."
"Certainly, Brielle," I reply, "but only if you'll call me Allen."
She laughs, a light, throaty sound that inflames my senses and makes the arousal I experienced earlier today seem like amateur hour.
Thank God I am alone in my apartment.
"Su
