Sean Fuller sent the message he had just finished typing.
Five minutes later, he received a video call from her.
"Whoa..." Sean Fuller was so startled he nearly dropped his phone on his face. "Why is she video calling me all of a sudden?" he muttered.
He scrambled out from under the covers, rushed to the dresser to fix his hair, then hopped back into bed and answered the call.
"Hey, Yvonne. You're still up?"
On the other end of the line, Yvonne Morgan was wearing a full face of makeup. She had on a black slip dress with a low-cut neckline that revealed a wide expanse of her fair skin.
Sean Fuller's eyes landed on the screen, but he quickly looked away.
Yvonne Morgan noted his reaction, and a flicker of contempt crossed her eyes.
A smile touched her lips, and she spoke in a gentle voice. "If I told you I was waiting for your reply, would you laugh at me?"
"Huh?" Sean Fuller was completely taken aback. "W-Waiting for me?" he stammered.
