A/N: So this scene takes place a night after Jericho reveals his identity to Mona.

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It was nine o’ clock, way pass my bedtime, but once again I could not sleep. I sat at the edge of my bed, polishing my toes a maroon color when my phone rang, sitting on the night stand.  “Hello,” I answered without looking to see who it was. I assumed it was my bestie Gigi… yeah… not quite.

“Good evening, sweet thing.” His deep and smooth masculine voice was hypnotizing through the phone. Was anything about this man unattractive? Maybe he had a little dick.

“This is harassment and very illegal!”

“Yeah… like I actually give a fuck about the law,” he mumbled, sarcastically. “What are you wearing?” For some odd reason I could picture his body splayed across black silk sheets, hands folded behind his head. No shirt on, just boxers. Phone balanced between neck and shoulder, enjoying the hell out of harassing me. I could even picture that beautiful smile.

Ha!

“A Captain America t-shirt, sports bra, granny panties, and Spider-Man boy shorts.”

His laughter was sexy and throaty. “Not quite... I picture you in an open satin beige short robe, with a black lacy bra and a see-through thong. No make-up, all natural.” I gazed down at the lingerie I was wearing and then dashed for the window, making sure he wasn't out there doing an “I Spy” on the phone with me. “Do you have any idea what I would do to you if I was there?”

I was silent.

He said, “Take your panties and bra off slowly, just imagine my hands on your body.” I should press the END button, but I was curious to know what he was going to say next.

“I’m not-

“Just do it,” he commanded, softly, but in a firm boss tone, “participation, sweet thing.” I could hear the smile in that sexy voice.

“Okay, I’m taking them off right now…,” I lied.

“You’re lying, but don’t blame me when you fuck up those panties.” He was overtly confident about how wet he could get me. “I could tell you like for a man to take his with you, kissing up those beautiful legs, those thighs… would you let me taste you?”

I hung up then.