THIRTY-FIVE
“Mmm…” Roxie barely managed to mumble after slapping the answered cellphone to her ear. “I’m dreaming about your cock.”
“Ha,” Zairn said. “How d’you know it was me?”
“If I was more awake, I’d joke about mistaking you for someone else.” She groaned in a semi-stretch without opening her eyes. “No one else would call me at this time, Casanova. You’re the only one allowed to wake me in the dark…” which led to a relevant question. “What time is it anyway?”
“In Argentina? Around eight a.m.”
“It’s still dark.”
“Not outside. You didn’t notice every suite you sleep in has blackout blinds and drapes?”
“They do?” she asked. Despite opening her eyes, hair blocked her view. Not that she’d be able to see anything in the dark anyway. “How do you know that? Did we have blackout before?”
