Chapter 7
Brielle
I stare at the phone in my hand, my mind a complete blank, trying my best to process everything I am feeling.
Hearing him speak to me on the voicemail he left me was arousing enough. But hearing that deep Texas drawl in real time, complete with the sexy-as-hell chuckle woven through that magic tone?
Orgasm-inducing. Just this side of it, anyway.
I seriously need a drink.
With effort, I stand on suddenly wobbly legs and head for the fridge and the Moscato. I pour a half-glass, pause, consider, then top it off before I put the bottle back where it goes.
I am not sure what is happening here, but I cannot do this, I tell myself after the first sip. So much is wrong with this scenario. Getting involved with a client, for one. Not to mention it has been forever since I'v
