Chapter Three

“I’m yours.”

Annabeth sat up in her bed. When had she fallen asleep? Fuck! She was supposed to be packing! Panic filled her. What time was it? What the hell did it matter?

The sexy voice growling at her through the phone sent notes of arousal spiking through her still sleepy blood. Annabeth closed her eyes and cleared her throat.

“Um, excuse me,” she mumbled. “Can you say that again?”

“Uh, I mean, I’m your driver,” Mr. Sexy-Voice-Over-The-Phone corrected himself to Annabeth’s utter disappointment.

“Oh,” she said, wondering why her heart was beating double time.

“Um, okay,” she added as realization dawned. “Did Uncle Uzzi make my travel arrangements with you?”

Annabeth stood up, probably too quickly, since her stomach lurched, and her head felt light. She took in the disheveled state of her apartment with a reluctant sigh. She would have to do a load of laundry if she were going to finish packing and be ready for the sexy sounding stranger to pick her up later that evening.