“How was your nap?”
Jayla frowned. The last thing Storm needed to know was
that she hadn’t been able to sleep, thanks to thoughts of
him being surrounded by naked women. Each time she’d tried closing her eyes, she saw women, taking off their
clothes, heaving their breasts in his face, skimming panties down their legs and giving him an eyeful of all their
treasures. She’d even heard there were some women who were bold enough to sit naked in a man’s lap if he tipped
her well enough.
“My nap was fantastic,” she lied. “How was the
entertainment at the club?” she asked then wished that she hadn’t.
“It was definitely interesting.”
Jayla’s frown deepened. A part of her wanted to slam the phone down, but she had too much pride to do so.
Besides, she took great care of herself and thought she
looked rather decent, in or out of her clothes. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing those women who’d
stripped off their clothes had on her other than that none of them was Adam Cole’s daughter.
“I called to see if you’re free later.”
She rolled her eyes upward. So they were back to that
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