“I’m just a nosy little ad exec who’s dying to see who invited me to meet you.”
“Listen, Sherry Whoever-You-Are, I’m very, very busy,” Kit Fleming answered.
“If you could just speed this up, I’d be wildly grateful.” Sherry became uncomfortably aware that he had a very sexy phone voice.
“Well, you see, I got a delivery tonight, and I didn’t have anything smaller than a fifty, so the kid had to give me change.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, the grunt tinged with annoyance.
“The twenty he gave me had some writing on it.”
“‘For a good time, call Kit.’ And of course, your phone number.”