"Bedrooms are a place for dreams," she tells him, in a low sultry voice.
"Miss Parker? Are you alright?" Jarod was a little concerned. "You just don't sound like yourself tonight. Have you been drinking?"
"Whatever gave you that idea? Talk to me, my great pretender. Pretend all you like. Say nasty, little filthy things to me."
"Okay, Parker, what the hell's going on with you? Just behave yourself."
"Aw, you started this," she giggled.
"Started what?" She could hear a bit of annoyance in his voice.
"Your little games on the telephone. Tell me what you see in your dreams. Is it me, Jar? I haven't slept the last couple of nights. I've been thinking of you, day in, day out. In and out."
"Stop it right now or I'm coming over."
"Anytime, sweetheart, anytime. I'll be waiting for you. Why don't we continue this somewhere else and see how much we can enjoy each other's company?"
"So help me, Parker, I'm coming over and put you over my knees and give you a spanking."
"Promise? I never imagined you're into that, my genius. Are you enjoying this intriguing conversation with me?"
Jarod held his breath and exhaled loudly. "Look, Miss Parker. Will you cut it out? Cut if out!"
"What's in your bag of tricks for tonight? Cover me in chocolate syrup, whip cream, with a cherry on top. Anything you want baby! Anything at all!"
"Cut the crap!" Jarod yelled out loudly.
"You know what I think? I think it should be illegal for someone to be as handsome as you." Miss Parker covers the mouthpiece of her phone, muffling her laugh as so she would not be overheard.
Why must people play these games to always hide their true feelings for each other.
"Are you done playing your little game, Parker?"
"Goodnight, Jarod. Pleasant dreams!"
She turns off her lights and jumps into bed. "Two can play at your game," she laughed wickedly to herself, "only I don't get even, Jarod, I do better."
It was twenty minutes after her teasingly telephone talk with him that she heard loud pounding at the front of her door. Miss Parker pushed back her blanket and jumped out of bed. Without even looking through her peephole, she knew it was Jarod. She opened the door dressed in her black satin teddy.
"Jarod," she mumbled not surprised to see him.
He did a double take on her as he walked into her living room. His eyes moved up and down her figure, impressed by the way her clothing fell perfectly on her body.
Miss Parker stood and crossed her arms in front of her. "What? What are you doing here?"
"Need to talk to you. We need to talk."
"What is it? It's late. I was in bed and it's where you should be too at this hour of the night."
"Okay, let's go." He grabs her arm and pulls her towards the bedroom.
"Let go, you jerk. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He released her immediately. "What the hell was that all about tonight?"
"Nothing!" She raised her voice, flicked her hair back and stood bravely before him. "Just playing around with you, that's all."
"Yeah, uh-huh, right." There was a moment of tension. Jarod did not know how to put it in words. What he felt for her.
"What? Jarod? What is it?" On an impulse she stepped forward towards him and paused looking at him, unable to speak.
Jarod watched her, concerned, but when she slowly unzipped his leather jacket, he knew what she meant. She helped him out of his coat and proceeded to undo the first button of his shirt.
"Are you sure," he asked gently, but without waiting for an answer, he pulled the string on one side of her clothing.
She's never touched his chest before, so she slid her hand under his shirt. The feel of his bare skin sent shivers down her back. Miss Parker took his shirt off and let it drop to the floor.
It was his turn as he continued to undo the other side of her nightwear. He could see the desire in her eyes. She smiled as he drew her close to him, leaving no space between their bodies.