At around three am her phone started ringing, jerking her awake. Thinking it was her brother asking for a designated driver, she answered grumpily, "The sex better have been worth waking me up."

There was a slight pause before a husky voice said, "Now that sounds like something I'd like to hear more about."

Keeley bolted upright, knowing that voice definitely did not belong to her brother. Her brother's voice wasn't as deep or sexy as this person. She glanced at the screen. It said 'Unknown Caller'. Quickly, she placed the phone back to her ear. "Who is this?" she demanded. Tucker noticed her distress and stood up, getting ready to protect his owner.

"The owner of the phone you are holding," the deep voice drawled.

"What?" Keeley asked confused. She had gotten so caught up listening to his voice that she hadn't comprehended his words.

"You have my phone," the voice stated firmly.

"No, I don't. This is my phone," Keeley insisted. She had placed her black phone next to her before she went to sleep. She knew it was her phone. Keeley started petting Tucker, trying to soothe his uneasiness.

"Look through the phone you are holding. It's not yours," the sexy voice demanded.

Keeley did as she was told. The background was a picture of a blonde bikini model lying over the hood of a red car. Definitely not her phone. Keeley felt her mouth curl into a scowl. Typical male objectifying and exploiting women. "That's a disgusting photo," she remarked to the caller.

"Trust me baby doll, to every heterosexual male it's sexy as hell," he informed her.

Keeley scoffed. "It's degrading! It transforms women into sexual objects!" she argued.

"It's not like she was forced to take the photo. Shouldn't you be busting her balls and not mine?" he asked her.

"It's because of people like you that there is a market for these chauvinistic photos!"

"Calm down. Stop getting your panties in a twist, baby doll," the voice drawled.

Keeley took a sharp intake of breath. "Excuse me?" she asked in outrage. "Who the hell do you think you are?" This boy was incredibly arrogant and rude!

"I already answered that question. The owner of the phone you are holding," the voice replied dryly.

Keeley growled in frustration. "How did I get your phone? And who has mine?" she demanded.

"Well if your phone has a picture of a brown dog then I have yours," he said.

"That's Tucker," Keeley informed him. The dog's ears perked up when she said his name. "How did this happen? I had it the whole time-" she stopped mid-sentence remembering when she lost it. "Did you happen to be sitting at the eating area at the fair tonight?" she cringed as she asked the question.

"Yeah, I did," the voice confirmed. "Let me guess, we somehow ended up swapping phones?" he ventured.

"Yup." She flopped back in her bed with a grunt.

"You are not on the toilet right now are you?" the voice asked.

"What? No!" Keeley cried indignantly. "God, who asks that?! I'm in my bed."

"Oh. In that case, please tell me more. And please include the details like what exactly you are wearing," his husky voice dropped an octave.

"Perv," she muttered with disgust under her breath. "That's incredibly inappropriate. How do you know I'm not some forty year old married woman?"

The voice chuckled. "You're voice is way too sexy to belong to some dumpy old woman."

Keeley scoffed. "Puh-lease. You can't tell that from over the phone," she retorted.

"Yes, I can," he answered confidently. "I'm guessing you are either in high school or college."

"How did you know that?" Keeley asked suspiciously.

The voice grew deeper as he chuckled. "What can I say? I have a gift, especially when it comes to the ladies."

Keeley could barely hold back from rolling her eyes at the pervert on the phone. "You are a cocky SOB aren't you?" Keeley stated more than asked.

The voice chuckled some more. "If by SOB, you mean sexually omnipotent boy. Then, yes, I am a cocky SOB."

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of sexually offense behavior," Keeley said sweetly.

The voice hooted in amusement. "You know baby doll, you might want to rethink insulting the person who has your phone," he replied. "Let's see, who can I send dirty naked pictures to at two in the morning." His voice sounded muffled. "Hmmm...Nana? Uncle Tom? Cousin Joanne?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Keeley shouted into the phone. "Don't forget I have your phone too!"

He laughed dryly. "If you want to send naked photos from my phone, be my guest." He paused."But can you be sure to save it so I can see later?" he asked.

Keeley let out a growl of frustration. "You are a male chauvinistic pig!"

"Now, be nice baby doll or else," he mildly threatened.

"Don't call me that!" Keeley hissed.

"Then what should I call you?" his husky voice asked her.

She hesitated giving a stranger her name. Keeley knew nothing about this boy except he was an arrogant horn dog.

He noticed her pause. "Scared?" the sexy voice taunted. "I'll tell you mine, if you'll tell me yours," he playfully teased her.

"I'm not scared!" Keeley fiercely denied. "I'm just cautious. How do I know you're not a serial killer or something?"

"Well, you're going to meet me anyway when we exchange phones so why not just tell me your name?" the voice reasoned.

"Um...." Keeley tried to come with an excuse but couldn't. "You go first," she said. Keeley was afraid once she told him, he would refuse to say his. The caller seemed to find enjoyment toying with her and she didn't trust him.

"Don't trust me?" he asked, correctly guessing her reason.

"No, I don't," she vehemently told him, voicing her thoughts.

"You always this uptight?" he scoffed.

"With complete strangers I am!" Keeley cried out indignantly.

"Fine. Fine," the voice said with irritation. "My name's Talon."

Keeley wracked her brain, trying to see if she recognized the name but she didn't. "Talon? That's an unusual name," she conversationally said, trying to see if he would tell her anything more about him.

"Eh. I guess. It's a family name," his voice sounded strained. "Now, don't think you can distract me baby doll. What's your name?"

Keeley wavered. She was still unsure about giving a complete stranger her name.

The boy huffed, hearing the lengthy pause. "Just tell me!" his voice was laced with exasperation."It's not like I can't find out by looking through your phone."

"Alright. Jeez! My name is Keeley."

"Keeley," he repeated. "Beautiful name for a beautiful voice," his voice deepened with the compliment.

Keeley bust out laughing. "That was so cheesy," she managed to say through her mirth.

"It wasn't that cheesy," he grumbled.

Keeley laughed harder after hearing the disgruntled tone of his voice. "Beautiful name for a beautiful voice," she copied his voice as she mocked him.

"It wasn't that funny," he said through gritted teeth. "Stop laughing."

Keeley was too far-gone to be able to respond. Tucker was standing over her with his head cocked to the side, wondering what was so funny.

"I'm going to hang up!" Talon threatened.

"Wait, wait!" Keeley managed to say as she barely got her laughter under control. "I have a question for you." She suppressed the giggle that was welling up inside of her.

"What?" he grunted with irritation.

"Does that-" she giggled not being able to hold it back, "-line-" more giggles, "-actually work?"

He growled with irritation. "Will you stop!" he snapped.

"Are you one of those guys who hit on girls at a shopping mall and use lines like," she deepened her voice, "'Do you come here often baby?'"

There was a pregnant pause giving Keeley her answer.

"Oh my god, you are!" Keeley responded with glee.

Talon didn't even bother responding before he hung up the phone, leaving Keeley with the dial tone. Keeley was still chuckling when she called him back but he didn't answer. Keeley figured she had bruised his ego and needed some time to lick his wounds. She'd call him tomorrow so they could plan a meet-up and exchange phones. Keeley gave Tucker a quick kiss and rub before falling back asleep.

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