Lexus
I was in the middle of something important—probably world domination or something equally crucial—when Billie stormed into my space with the fury of a woman scorned.
"You changed my Nolan chat voice to yours," she accused, eyes narrowed like she was ready to skin me alive.
I barely spared her a glance. "Yeah."
"That's all you have to say? Yeah?"
"I could say 'you're welcome,' but I don't think you'd appreciate that." I leaned back in my chair, smirking as her irritation flared.
She crossed her arms. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I felt like it." I shrugged. "Besides, Nolan's voice wasn't Nolan's voice. It was Dane's."
Billie's face did something interesting—shock, realization, horror. Then, the pièce de résistance: her hands clamping over her mouth like she was about to throw up.
"Oh my god." Her voice came out strangled. "I climaxed to Dane's voice?"
I grinned. "Looks like it."
She gagged. "You're a monster."
