Chapter 13

‘Why are you ringing, Christian?’‘It’s not enough that I want to hear your voice?’That sounded like a parody of her own feelings. She tried to despise this man who was a crony of her father’s, who’d toyed with her last night. Yet she kept the phone pressed to her ear, luxuriating in the soft rumble of his voice. As if she wanted that flurry of desire rippling through her.Elena shuffled up in the bed, yanking the pillows up behind her so she could sit. Lying naked in bed with Christian’s voice in her ear was wrong on so many levels.‘Get to the point, Christian. Why did you call?’‘Do you usually sleep so late?’Elena peered at the time, stunned to find it was after nine. ‘No.’ Usually she was up at six to fit in Pilates or a swim before work.