Chapter 5
“Yes, Mother.” He grabbed the pillow that I’d been sleeping on, whacked me over the head with it, and then placed it over his groin. I laughed silently. I loved watching Mrs. Mann wind him around her little finger. “Oh…er…Mother, I’m not sure.”…“Yes, of course. All right.”
I stopped laughing when he handed me the phone.
“Jesus,” I hissed, trying to avoid taking it. “Are you out of your fucking mind? I can’t—”
“She knows you’re here,” he hissed back at me. “Now take the goddamned phone!”
“Fuck.” I swung around until I sat on the edge of the bed, putting some distance between my lover and myself—after all, I was about to speak with his mother—and cleared my throat. “Mrs. Mann?”
“I apologize for calling so early, Mark.” Her voice was warm but brisk. No one should be that awake so early on a Sunday. Not if they weren’t in bed with a man who was so hot his presence set the sheets to smoking. “However I wanted to be sure you were joining us for lunch after our ride.”