Chapter 3: The Phone Call
The crackling silence in James and Kacey's luxurious bedroom suddenly shattered at the sound of the telephone ringing – a foreign, grating intrusion into their intimate world. James rolled over in their massive, silk-sheeted bed and cleared his throat before answering with a taut, "Hello?"
On the other end of the line, a cheerful baritone voice boomed, "Ah, James! Tony.
How's it hangin'?"
James paused, composing himself. "Uh, it's hangin' fine, thanks for asking. What's up, Tony?"
Kacey frowned at James, silently urging him to continue the conversation without giving away their newfound dynamic and, likely, his newly-spent libido.
Tony chuckled. "Well, I was just calling to tell you that I've got a little proposition for you."
James propped himself up against the sumptuous pillows, intrigued in spite of himself.