"It's nice to see you made it on time today, asshole..." My smirk gives away my lack of anger about what happened last week, as Jake walks in the sound booth. "You owe me."

"I really do owe you. And Candi appreciates your cooperation as well. Besides, you should stick around for the show. Our ratings are up. Hell, they're rivaling Emmett's numbers lately."

"Oh, really?" I ask, feigning ignorance. Honestly, I've already seen the numbers, and he's right - their ratings have increased. Specifically on Friday nights. "Is that so? What do you think is causing the spike?"

"It's not a what... it's a who. This guy, Anthony, calls in and basically admits to these sex fantasies. He tells Bella all about them... seems people love this kind of stuff."

I chuckle. "Yeah, who knew sex sells?"

"It does, you know?" Jake says smiling, but I'm not really paying attention because while he's speaking, Bella walks in. "That's basically what's happening."

"What's happening?" she asks.

"Oh, I'm just telling him about our little Friday night goldmine." His grin is wide...cocky. "And how our ratings are up because you're basically having phone sex with some random man in the middle of the night, while everyone in the northwest listens in."

"Jake!" Her cheeks flush and her eyes dart to me. My immediate reaction is to look down, but I can't look away. Not just because it's her, and she's standing just a few feet away from me, but also because I want to see her reaction to what he's saying. "It's not phone sex. He's just... he's just sharing harmless fantasies. It's not like we're actually doing anything."

"Call it whatever you want, Bells," he says, laughing. "But I'm just saying, when a man uses the words 'cock' and 'pussy' as much as he does, he's probably home jerking off to the sound of your voice."

I can feel the the back of my neck heat up at his words. And for a moment, all I can think about is the last time I called...and what I did after.

"Do you like it when he calls, Bella?" I ask.

"I..." She flounders a bit at the directness of my question. "I do. I mean, it's hard to explain what it is, his voice... the things he says."

"What does he say?" I ask.

My mouth is dry, my pulse hammering in my ears. But I want to know what it is that she likes, what she's really thinking about all the things I've said to her, the fantasies I've admitted.

"I told you, man," Jake interrupts, and just like that, she looks away. "It's fucking porn. I swear to God, this dude has the filthiest mouth. Even I can't talk dirty like him. Although..." he adds, smirking, "I actually have sex. And this dude is calling a radio show on Friday nights. He probably still lives at home with his mother."

"I don't know, Jake," I say, but I'm looking at Bella instead. And almost like she senses it, she looks up and meets my eyes. "Maybe he knows what to say because he's the kind of man who knows what to do."

A/N

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