It’s a little before five in the morning. And if it’s too early for you, I’ll understand.”
Sid pulled himself to a sitting position and pushed the pillows behind his head. He normally would be waking in a half hour anyway. What was a little less time sleeping when he had a beautiful red-head to wake up to? If only she were next to him instead of snuggled in her own bed miles away. “Okay, I’m awake. What’s going on?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you. I’ll pick you up.”
“What for?” he said, smothering a yawn as he smiled indulgently at her still whispering voice.
“It’s a surprise.”
Sid sighed. “Okay, let me get this straight. You want to take me somewhere, but you won’t tell me where or why and it’s still dark outside. I’m guessing it has to be illegal, otherwise, there’d be no reason to get up this early.”
Sabrina chuckled at his quip. “Nothing illegal about it, I promise. Now get out of bed and I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes.”
“You have to do me a favor first.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” he said.
There was silence on the other end of the line. “Sabrina? Are you still there?”
“Yes,” she said hesitantly. “What are you wearing? I need some sort of motivation to come get you at this ungodly hour of the morning.”
“I can’t. And I’ll come get you.”
“Oh, this must be good, and you must tell me,” he said, his voice turning husky and his body instantly alert to all the possibilities. “And don’t lie.”
“Sid, really, there isn’t time.”
“Exactly so you’d better hurry up and tell me, in detail.”
“You’re a very naughty man, do you know that?”
“Yes, and all of my thoughts are centered around picturing what you’re wearing. So tell me quickly before my mind comes up with something far worse than you could possibly be wearing.”
“Sid…”
“You’re stalling. Is it a sexy negligee that’s split up the side in flaming red silk?”
Sabrina laughed again. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Hmm…pity. So what is it? What does the lovely Sabrina sleep in at night?”
“Sid…”
“I’m going to find out sooner or later. You might as well let me know now.”
“Just a camisole,” she finally said.
“Nothing else? Any underwear?”
“Of course!” she gasped.
Sid chuckled and it was a deep, throaty laugh that warmed her skin through the lines, actually making her blush. “Okay, that’s good enough for now. I’ll pick you up in a few minutes,” he said and hung up the phone.
Sabrina rushed out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. She only took enough time to run a brush through her hair and run down the stairs to make some coffee for the two of them.
She was just putting the tops on two thermos’s of coffee when she heard the soft rumble of his Maserati pull up in her driveway. She rushed outside, pulling a sweater over her shoulders as she jumped into his car.
“Where to?” he asked, taking a grateful sip of the offered coffee. He was surprised when he realized that it was his favorite brew. He considered it very thoughtful of her to have gotten and made it for him. “Thank you,” he said, feeling awkward but touched.
“You’re welcome. Head out highway nine, going East,” she said, smiling broadly.
“East?” he asked, waiting for additional information on their destination.
“Yes,” she said, smiling but not giving him any more details.
He looked at her cute, impertinent expression and had to laugh. She was becoming relaxed enough around him to challenge him. That had to be a good thing, he told himself. Turning back to the road, he shook his head, stunned that he would want a woman who would challenge him like this. “East it is,” he said and put the car into reverse. They headed out of the city, the powerful car eating up the miles quickly. She gave him directions to a smaller road
Sid pulled himself to a sitting position and pushed the pillows behind his head. He normally would be waking in a half hour anyway. What was a little less time sleeping when he had a beautiful red-head to wake up to? If only she were next to him instead of snuggled in her own bed miles away. “Okay, I’m awake. What’s going on?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you. I’ll pick you up.”
“What for?” he said, smothering a yawn as he smiled indulgently at her still whispering voice.
“It’s a surprise.”
Sid sighed. “Okay, let me get this straight. You want to take me somewhere, but you won’t tell me where or why and it’s still dark outside. I’m guessing it has to be illegal, otherwise, there’d be no reason to get up this early.”
Sabrina chuckled at his quip. “Nothing illegal about it, I promise. Now get out of bed and I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes.”
“You have to do me a favor first.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” he said.
There was silence on the other end of the line. “Sabrina? Are you still there?”
“Yes,” she said hesitantly. “What are you wearing? I need some sort of motivation to come get you at this ungodly hour of the morning.”
“I can’t. And I’ll come get you.”
“Oh, this must be good, and you must tell me,” he said, his voice turning husky and his body instantly alert to all the possibilities. “And don’t lie.”
“Sid, really, there isn’t time.”
“Exactly so you’d better hurry up and tell me, in detail.”
“You’re a very naughty man, do you know that?”
“Yes, and all of my thoughts are centered around picturing what you’re wearing. So tell me quickly before my mind comes up with something far worse than you could possibly be wearing.”
“Sid…”
“You’re stalling. Is it a sexy negligee that’s split up the side in flaming red silk?”
Sabrina laughed again. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Hmm…pity. So what is it? What does the lovely Sabrina sleep in at night?”
“Sid…”
“I’m going to find out sooner or later. You might as well let me know now.”
“Just a camisole,” she finally said.
“Nothing else? Any underwear?”
“Of course!” she gasped.
Sid chuckled and it was a deep, throaty laugh that warmed her skin through the lines, actually making her blush. “Okay, that’s good enough for now. I’ll pick you up in a few minutes,” he said and hung up the phone.
Sabrina rushed out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. She only took enough time to run a brush through her hair and run down the stairs to make some coffee for the two of them.
She was just putting the tops on two thermos’s of coffee when she heard the soft rumble of his Maserati pull up in her driveway. She rushed outside, pulling a sweater over her shoulders as she jumped into his car.
“Where to?” he asked, taking a grateful sip of the offered coffee. He was surprised when he realized that it was his favorite brew. He considered it very thoughtful of her to have gotten and made it for him. “Thank you,” he said, feeling awkward but touched.
“You’re welcome. Head out highway nine, going East,” she said, smiling broadly.
“East?” he asked, waiting for additional information on their destination.
“Yes,” she said, smiling but not giving him any more details.
He looked at her cute, impertinent expression and had to laugh. She was becoming relaxed enough around him to challenge him. That had to be a good thing, he told himself. Turning back to the road, he shook his head, stunned that he would want a woman who would challenge him like this. “East it is,” he said and put the car into reverse. They headed out of the city, the powerful car eating up the miles quickly. She gave him directions to a smaller road
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