CHAPTER TWO
Layla woke up early enough so that the suite was still quiet. She stretched sensuously, enjoying the feel of the luxurious sheets against her skin. She let her thoughts wander where they would, but they kept going back to the conversation she'd had with Starr manning. Even after the pre-teen had gone to bed, what she had said echoed in Layla's thoughts. And they were still on her mind this morning.
On a sudden impulse, she rolled over and reached for her cell phone and made a quick call. It was answered on the second ring.
"Como estas?" she said with a smile.
"Hey, Layla." Antonio Vega's sultry voice simmered its way through the phone line and insinuated itself warmly in her ear. "How's everything in the Big Apple?"
Knowing he couldn't see her, Layla closed her eyes, and snuggled deeper into her bedding, savoring his voice like a cup of fresh-brewed coffee. With extra sugar and cream, of course.
"How's Jamie?"
"She's loving it here. She and Kristina Davis have become the best of friends, and all of the kids are just being perfect angels." She was happy to tell them.
"That's great." Antonio said. "I hope you realize how much I appreciate you thinking of Jamie and bringing her with you to New York."
"It was no problem, I told you that. She's a sweetheart. You know how I feel about her." Layla told him. Too bad you can't see how I feel about you, she couldn't help but feeling.
"One of these days, I am going to have to make this up to you." He said.
And one of these days, maybe I'll get up the nerve to tell you exactly how you can do that. "I did call you for a favor."
"Name it."
And she did.