obtain relief.
“Hello?”
“Oh!” Shea held back the urge to pull the phone away from her ear and look at it to make sure she wasn’t dreaming that sinful tone. “Sorry, I was just thinking. I thought you guys were busy for the next six months.”
“Lucy is new, and unfortunately, she didn’t get her facts straight. What project are you needing help with, Ms….”
Shea’s words got stuck in the back of her throat, and she found that she couldn’t tell this man with the molasses voice that she wanted to create a ménage dating site. Maybe she could sugarcoat it until she met with the person who was actually going to write the program. She recognized his name from the website and knew he was the owner.
“Brennan,” Shea filled in his unanswered question. “Um, well, it’s a dating service.”
“A dating site? Ms. Brennan, you do realize that there is an overabundance of those types of sites out there, don’t you? It’s not that we wouldn’t like your business, but we wouldn’t want you to think this is going to bring you a lot of money. The one thing you can count on from our company is our honesty.”
“Oh, I’m not doing it for the money,” Shea said. Scooting back up until her butt was back in the chair, she leaned against the black leather. The silence on the other end of the phone made her realize he was waiting for her to keep talking. She scrambled to continue. “The reasons are complicated, so I would rather wait until I have a meeting with one of the programmers, if that’s all right with you? I can even bring a list to give the person an idea of how we want the men to be chosen.”
“Of course, Ms. Brennan. May I have your first name?”
“Shea. When would I be able to set up an appointment with a programmer, Mr. Stevens?”
“Your name is Shea Brennan?”
Shea didn’t like how his tone deepened and he paused before answering. Surely this man didn’t read her books. The likelihood was minuscule, and Shea shook the thought away, although she had a harder time getting rid of the tingling that started in her neck and ran down her back. His voice was something that needed to be bottled. Her pussy was starting to itch in a way that she wouldn’t be able to scratch.
“Yes. S-H-E-A.”
“How does tomorrow morning sound at ten o’clock?”
“Wonderful.” This was going to work after all. She couldn’t wait to tell Elise and Cyn. “Whom should I ask for when I arrive at your office?”
No answer was forthcoming for a few seconds, which gave Shea the same feeling as when he repeated her name. It was like he knew something she didn’t. She could hear nothing on the other end of the line, not even his breathing. Maybe he was concentrating on two different things, considering Lucy didn’t know what she was doing. Right when she was going to repeat her question, he finally gave her a name.
“Ian will be assigned as your programmer. Once you arrive, ask for Ian, and you can give a detailed account of what you desire. You have our office address?”
“Yes, thank you. I retrieved it from your website. I will be there tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. Thank you, Mr. Stevens.”
“Have a nice day, Ms. Brennan.”
Shea couldn’t suppress the shiver that traveled over her skin when he said her name or the word “desire.” It was like his fingers had trailed down her spine and landed at the sensitive curve of her back. She heard him disconnect and took the phone away from her ear, setting it on her desk. She released a pent-up breath and closed her eyes.
It was a good thing she wasn’t meeting him tomorrow. There would be no way she would be able to sit in front of Grayson Stevens and say exactly what she wanted on this dating site. She might be very descriptive in her books, but those were just words. Having a conversation in person about ménages, with a man whose voice did funny things to her body, was not in her nature. She wondered if he looked as good as he sounded,
Terry Ravenscroft, Ravenscroft