Valentina pushed her way past him and plonked down on his bed. “Hey,” he said, standing against the open door, hoping she’d take the hint. “Not a good time for a social call.” He threw in a yawn for good measure. Clara’s call was overdue and he wanted to be free to talk. Considering how horny he was, phone sex couldn’t be ruled out. “You can’t convince me you’re going to bed at eight-thirty, Luc. Not a night owl like you.” “I’m working. I’ve got this blog thing and my regular Sunday column to get a jump on. I’m swamped.” She thrust her chest out and wiggled against the rumpled bed cover. “I won’t bother you, baby. Go ahead and work.” “Val, please. Not a good time.” With a pout of her full, pink lips, she rose, but instead of exiting the room, she grabbed Luc by the belt buckle and pulled him toward her.
