You recognize me now?â€ Grahamâ€™s voice sounding deeper, softer. Seductive.Â â€œMaybe.â€ She grinned and twirled one of the curls that came loose from her bun.
â€œIâ€™m that guy you met in the coffee shop this morning. The one you gave your number to and offered to show around town.â€
â€œYes, I think I remember now.â€ She reached for her wine with her free hand and accidentally knocked the plate of grapes and crackers in the tub. Muffling a curse, she picked up the floating food and tossed it on the plate, making a mess of water and bubbles and sodden Wheat Thins.
â€œAre you in the bathtub?â€
â€œUh, nope. Just watching a movie.â€ She stilled, careful not to make any more splashing noises.
â€œAre you naked?â€
â€œExcuse me?â€ Maggie stood, the loud splash of water spilling over the edge of the tub giving her away, making her feel exposed. She grabbed a towel and quickly dried off.
â€œSweet baby Jesus. Youâ€™re killing me.â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry, Mr. Riley, but we need to end this call. As I said in the office this morningâ€”â€
â€œI didnâ€™t call Ms. Oâ€™Fallon and this isnâ€™t Mr. Riley. I called the beautiful redhead who stole my breath in a coffee shop this morning. The one who left a trail of cherry vanilla that I canâ€™t stop smelling. The one with soft, pale skin that reddens when sheâ€™s embarrassed. The Maggie who offered to show me around town.â€
â€œIâ€¦how do you know my skin is soft?â€ Seriously? Why did I just say that?
â€œYouâ€™re not going back on your word, Maggie-from-the-coffee-shop. I have your phone number on my cup and I intend to use it. Often.â€
â€œIs that a threat?â€
â€œNot a bad one. Think of it as a wonderful promise.â€
â€œYou still have that cup?â€
â€œOf course I do.â€
â€œWhy didnâ€™t you just put my number in your phone?â€ Stupid, stupid, stupid! Heâ€™s sidetracking you!
â€œIâ€™ll meet you at the coffee shop at nine Saturday morning. I have a few places I want to see, but Iâ€™ll gladly go wherever you want to take me. Dress comfortable.â€
â€œWhat? No. I donâ€™tâ€”â€
â€œGood night, Maggie. Iâ€™ll see you in two days.â€ He hung up before she could swear at him. The nerve! As if sheâ€™d go out with him, the pompous, arrogant, sexy pilot.
No, sheâ€™d call him back and cancel this ridiculous ploy of his to get into her pants. Maggie stormed from the bathroom and into her room, stripping off the towel and sliding into a pair of shorts and a tank top. How dare he power play the situation? She told him in her office, their relationship was strictly professional. There was no way sheâ€™d be his tour guide or his date orâ€¦anything.
Besides, sheâ€™d see him before Saturday. They had a Friday appointment. Sheâ€™d set him straight. Under no circumstances would she date a patient.
Not a single one.