"Just joking," Desmond grins at me. "Man, you're such a tease."
The way I glare at him should be made a cover for some action movie poster. He hands me a serviette and I snatch it from his hands, looking away as my face heats up. I'm pretty sure I'm beet red by now. Not that it can be helped. Desmond did shift our conversation into something more…sensual so to speak—even though I'm the one who started with the orgasm talk.
Clearing my throat and sitting up straight, I do yet another forced attempt at putting on a poker face before facing Desmond.
"Let's refrain from talking about useless things when we have better things to talk about," I counsel, pushing my phone in his direction. Desmond's eyes shift to it as he picks up the gadget.
"My grandma sent me that audio yesterday evening. I want to know if you're capable of doing it given the circumstances now, and if you are, then are you able to handle the pressure we'll have to face this week before we continue?"
