easily have picked up the phone from the table, and I doubted she would have stopped me. But I wanted her to hand it to me.
“Give me the phone.” My hand was still extended, waiting.
I felt a surge of pride when she dropped it into my palm. The cell rang for a third time, so I swiped to answer and brought it to my ear.
“Hello.”
“Who is this?”
“This is the man fucking your ex-girlfriend. And we’re busy at the moment. So what can I do you for, Liam?”
Sophia’s eyes looked like they might bulge out of her head. She covered her mouth with both hands.
The asshole on the other end of the phone had the balls to sound indignant. “Put Sophia on the phone.”
I leaned back. “No can do. She’s a little tied up at the moment, if you get my drift.”
“Is this a joke?”
“A joke? No, the joke’s on you. I bet you didn’t even know our girl likes to be tied up, did you? Such a shame. Maybe if you had taken your time exploring what the beautiful woman needs, she wouldn’t be moaning my name at night. But that’s not your thing, is it? You’re only into fulfilling your own needs. You know, like with her cousin.”
I kept quiet for a few heartbeats and waited to see what good ol’ Liam had to say about that. Though, apparently I’d stumped the idiot. I could only hear him breathing loudly. So I figured I’d end on a fun note.
“Okay, then. It’s been great chatting with you. And Liam, lose Sophia’s number.”
I swiped to end the call and offered the phone back to a very stunned Sophia. She continued to stare at me, bug-eyed, even as she took her cell. From the look on her face, I thought a tirade was likely on the way once she managed to get her bearings again.
“Too much?” I asked, lifting a brow.
Sophia’s mouth hung open. But then her lips slid into a giant grin. “Oh my God! That was awesome!”
“Glad you think so. I was beginning to think you were going to lay into me. Although, that would turn into a big fight, and we both know where that seems to take us. So it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
We had a good laugh, and then Sophia swept all the papers on the table into a neat pile. I thought we were going back to business.
“Can I ask you something?” she said.
I nodded, and again, she chewed on that bottom lip.
“How did you know Liam had never tied me up?”
“The way you reacted when I asked your permission to use my belt. You wanted me to, but you weren’t comfortable admitting that. If it hadn’t been your first time, you would have reacted differently.”
She nodded, but went quiet again. Eventually, she said, “But how did you know I wanted you to?”
Man, that Liam really was a dipshit. Didn’t the fucker ever read what she wanted and try to satisfy her? I couldn’t believe she had to ask me that question. Though I didn’t want to make her feel foolish, so I did my best to answer without any hint of judgment in my voice.
“It’s just something I sensed from you.”
She shook her head. “How? Do I appear weak or something?”
“Just the opposite. You seem very much in control, which is why I thought it might work for you to let go a little. What you like in the bedroom in no way reflects who you are as a businessperson.”
Sophia was quiet again. “Is this your thing? You’re a dominant or something?”
I shook my head. “No. It’s not my thing.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I leaned close and wound a lock of her hair around my finger until she looked up at me. Then I smiled and gave it a good, firm yank. “But it appears to be our thing.”
Chapter 11
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Sophia
I wasn’t sure what bugged me more—the fact that in three short, intimate encounters, Weston had figured out something Liam had no clue about after more than eighteen months together, or that he’d figured out something even I wasn’t aware of. But either way, he was right. While I wanted to argue about business with Weston, and challenge him on everything, what I seemed to like in the bedroom was how he took charge. Sex with Weston was light years better than what things had been like between Liam and me. I’d chalked it up to the spark that came with our arguing, but there