CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Good morning, Mr. Thomas,” Bella purred in Nathan’s ear as she ran her hands down his chest.
“Mm. Good morning, Mrs. Thomas,” he replied. “Care for some more celebrating?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said teasingly, kissing him and shifting position to cover his body with hers.
The ring of Bella’s cell phone derailed her wicked plans. She reluctantly got to her feet, strode over, picked it up, answered.
“Dammit, Brad, this’d better be good,” she stated, only half-teasing.
Nathan watched her, a smirk on his face, until he saw her body language change abruptly. Now she was blindly reaching behind her for the edge of the chair, and he could see her trying not to cry.
“Ok, we’ll be right there, see you as soon as we can.” And she hung up the phone.
“Honey, what’s
