“You ready for another question?” he asks, knowing damn well he has me in a position of horniness.

I clear my throat. “Yes.”

“Good. Where would you like to be kissed other than your mouth?”

“Umm…” I look away, because his stare is far too intense. “Cheek is great. Thanks.”

“Cheek?” he says, skeptical. “You can’t tell me you like being kissed on the cheek more than somewhere else.”

“What are you implying?” I ask, dabbing my mouth with my napkin.

“I’m implying that you would prefer to have your pussy kissed.”

“Dear God,” I hiss-whisper as I look around to see if anyone heard that. “What on earth has gotten into you?”

“What are you talking about?” he asks.

“I’m talking about this…this seductress you’re turning into.”

“I’m not turning into a seductress.”

“Then why are you so cranky and acting very sexual?”

“Because,” he says, leaning forward. “I’m trying to get a reaction out of you, since you refused to react after we kissed.”

“I reacted. And, uh, before you start pointing fingers, you refused to squeeze my breast.”

“So this is payback?”

“How am I paying you back?” I ask, confused.

“By having zero reaction to our kiss. Not even an ounce of a reaction. You acted like it was nothing.”

“Because maybe it was nothing,” I say, regretting the words the moment they come out of my mouth.

He leans back in his chair, hurt, pain, frustration all crossing his features. “I see. So you felt nothing back there?”

God, don’t do this, Scottie.

Don’t make it worse.

I feel so out of sorts, because I don’t think I’ve felt that kind of passion in years, if ever.

“Wilder, that’s not what I meant. I think we’re just, you know, trying to figure everything out.”

“No, I don’t know.” He shakes his head and then pushes his chair away from the table. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

And then with that, he takes off, heading toward the main building.

He wanted a reaction? Well, I should have told him about the throbbing, because that was one hell of a reaction I wasn’t expecting.

Chapter Twenty-One

WILDER

“Hey, um, I need to make a phone call,” I say while tapping my fingers on the reception desk. “I need to check on my brother.”

“Wilder, right?” the receptionist says.

“Yes, that would be me.”

“Okay, hold on one second.” She reaches into her desk drawer, and I wait impatiently as she locates a quarter and then hands it to me.

“Thanks,” I say, taking the quarter from her and walking over to the booth. I have no idea if Mika is going to answer, but I’m hoping he will.

I dial his phone number and then wait for him to pick up.

Thankfully, he answers on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Mika, it’s Wilder.”