Chapter 93

Connor saw my face and laughed. “You should see what you look like right now.”

“You did not just hang up on my boss,” I almost shouted.

I’d gotten my voice back, which was good. Basically, my overwhelming fear of losing my job – and my irritation at Connor losing it for me – overrode all the physical attraction that was keeping my tongue tied.

He held out the phone to me and grinned. “You’re adorable when you’re angry, you know that?”

I snatched it out of his hand. “How are you even going to call him when you – ”

And then I knew. When I had initially handed my cell to him, he’d glanced down at the screen.

And seen the number.

CRAP.

He saw that I’d figured it out and winked as he pulled out his own cell. “Yes, I saw it – and yes, I remember it. I have a good head for numbers – 3.1415926, 186,000 miles per second…”

And here he glanced up and down my body with a devilish look.

“…34, 24, 35.”

Then he winked at me with that grin.

I blushed fire engine red.

Those are my measurements. Well,