Chapter Twenty-One

Sexiest Man Alive: Am I permitted to speak now?

Uh... What is he on about now?

Me: What?

Rather than reply by text, my phone starts ringing with an incoming call from Roman, or rather from "Sexiest Man Alive," Why I haven’t changed the ridiculous caller ID he saved his number with on my phone is a surprise.

"Hey" I speak after answering the call, my voice sounds embarrassingly breathy that I have to clear my throat a few times.

"I asked you if I finally have your permission to talk... The wait was agitating, Cookie" He groans as he says my name- ugh, I mean his nickname for me, what the hell is wrong with me?

"What are you on, Roman? Since when did you need permission from me to yap about anything?"

He laughs, "Since you told me to shut up, you know I like doing what you say, you can command me anytime. I like a girl who knows how to take the lead"

I try to understand what he's saying