Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I’ve never seen Kage interact with anyone but Chris, and
that wasn’t exactly under ideal circumstances. I can probably
find out a lot about him by seeing him around other people.
How he acts, what he says…
What he doesn’t say.
“Okay. I’ll ask him. I’ll text you if we’re coming.”
“Awesome. Can’t wait to see you, babe. And your luscious
man. Don’t hate me if I wear something slutty.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
As soon as we hang up, I dial Kage’s number.
Not that I’d admit it to him, but I know it by heart.
I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at that
business card he gave me with his phone number scrawled on
the back. On the flip side is the contact information for a
bespoke suit maker in Manhattan.
Kage would slay in a suit. I hope I never see him in one,
because whatever willpower I have around the man would
crumble instantly.
A handsome man in a well-fitted suit is my Kryptonite.
The line rings only once before it’s picked up. No one says
anything, so I say hesitantly, “Hello? Kage? It’s Natalie.”
He says, “You called.”
His voice is gruff. He sounds pleased and surprised.
And here I thought I was a foregone conclusion.
“I did. I am. Hello.”
I should just shove my turkey sandwich into my mouth
now so I don’t say something stupid. I can feel it coming on.
He makes my brain turn to mush, like overcooked risotto.
“Hello yourself. I was just thinking about you.”
Heart, calm down. Get control of yourself. Jesus, you’re
pathetic. “Oh?” I say, trying for a nonchalant tone.
“Yes. My dick is rock-hard.”