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Brandon’s name on the caller ID. I thought about not even answering it; Mel was going to be there to meet me any second and there wasn’t enough time to have the conversation we really needed to have.
    I decided to answer anyway and he spoke before I could even get the word “hello” out.
    “What are you wearing?”
    I felt my cheeks burn and my nostrils flare. “Are you kidding me?” I squeezed the phone in my hand and tried to control the rage I felt coursing through me.
    “Jen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
    “You’re damned right, you shouldn’t have. So you have friends in the governor’s office. Why am I not surprised?” I tightened my jaw, forcing myself not to spew out the string of obscenities that came to my mind.
    “It’s not like that. I don’t have time to explain right now…”
    I spoke through my clenched teeth. “Then what do you want?”
    “I want to know what you’re wearing.”
    “Brandon, you cannot call me and expect me to play your little games after what happened. I’m not doing this.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and almost got my finger to the button to hang up.
    “Jen, don’t hang up.” He sounded out of breath. There was something about his voice that sounded almost… pained. It didn’t sound like him.
    I put the phone back to my ear, softening the edge from my voice just a bit. “What do you want?”
    “I promise I’ll tell you everything the next time I see you. Right now, I just need a little favor. A little distraction. Please?”
    A little pang of guilt rang in my stomach. He didn’t ask me for things. I needed to stay angry with him, though. I couldn’t let him think it was alright for him to treat me the way he did this morning. But maybe there was more to his behavior than just being possessive. I let out a small sigh of frustration. “What’s the favor?”
    “Tell me what you’re wearing.”
    I closed my eyes, giving my head a little shake as another groan of frustration escaped my lips. “Brandon…”
    “Jen, please.”
    I pressed my lips together. “A black dress.” Doing this while I was angry with him felt almost… dirty.
    He groaned into the phone. “God, is it that little thing you were wearing that day in Iowa?”
    “No. It’s new.” I looked down at myself, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. “Sleeveless. V-neck.”
    “Mmm. Where’s the hem?”
    I looked down again. “Just above my knees.” I stood up from the bar stool in front of my tiny kitchen, fanning my face with my hand. “Brandon, Mel is going to be here any second…”
    “But you’re alone now. Take it off.”
    I licked my lips. “No.” My heart raced in my chest and I looked around the room. There wasn’t anyone there and there was no way anyone could see into the apartment. It just felt wrong. I needed to be angry with him, not let my lust take over.
    He growled into my ear. “Take it off, Jen.”
    “I’m… I’m…” I couldn’t even form a coherent thought. My body flushed with heat and I just wanted to feel him touch me. “I’m so, so, so angry with you.” My words came out breathless, that damned lust betraying my fury.
    “Angry sex is the best kind. Now take the dress off.”
    I lifted a single brow and bit my bottom lip. “Angry phone sex?”
    “Have you tried it? Walk into the bedroom and take it off. Now.”
    I walked into my bedroom and pulled down the zipper, letting the dress fall to the floor. “Okay.”
    “Is it off?”
    My lips pressed together. “Yes.”
    “Good. Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.”
    I walked to the full length mirror on the wall next to the closet and observed myself. “Brandon…”
    “What are you wearing now?”
    I pressed my lips together again and turned away from the mirror. “Brandon…”
    His breath caught and he groaned. It wasn’t like the sound he made when we were together, it was more like he was in pain. “Tell me. I need to hear it.”
    My brows knitted together and