CHAPTER 9
“Maybe if you hadn’t switched off your f*****g phone, I would not be up at three in the morning,”
“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked.
“Well, your friend apparently got too drunk in some club downtown and she needs a f*****g ride,” He stated in an irritated tone, fighting so hard to keep his eyes on her face and not peek at the n*****s poking against the fabric of the shirt. How was he supposed to stay sane for one minute when she was looking like a s*x goddess modeling in front of him in a shirt that barely covered her juicy thighs?
“Dammit Vicky,” She cussed, jerking his attention back to reality. She even made cussing sound so damn sexy in his ears.
“I can tell one of my bodyguards to pick her up,” he offered in a soft tone that took Juliet by surpri
