Come To Me

By LaVerne Thompson

Confirmed bachelor Baron Munro doesn't believe in love, much less love at first sight. But what about love at first sound? It wasn't until he heard Jasmine Sandler's voice that he realized his life was missing something. 

Jasmine didn't know what to make of the man who haunted her days and invaded her nights. She knew the sound of his voice as intimately as she knew her own. 

But...they've never actually met. Dare she take the risk of a lifetime? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isisindc Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781507087350

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Come To Me

Laverne Thompson

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Excerpt Hold On

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

About the Author

Other Books by LaVerne Thompson/Ursula Sinclair

Stand Alones

Writing As Ursula Sinclair

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, or other status is entirely coincidental.

First Copyright 2009, 2013 and 2020 by LaVerne Thompson

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever known, not known or hereafter invented, or stored in any storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without written permission of the author. LaVerne Thompson.

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First Editor- Faith Bicknell-Brown

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Cover illustration by Dee Allen

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For all the risk takers out there. No regrets. This one’s for Faith who went above and beyond. Thank you. And also Marci for once upon a time taking a chance on an unknown.

And to my partners in crime. You know who you are. Lol

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This work was first published in 2009 and the story in that version ended when Baron and Jasmine meet in D.C. They were always one of my favorite couples and over the years I heard from many readers who wanted more. So this one’s for all of you who enjoyed Baron and Jasmine the first time around. I’ve revised the original work and continued their story for a while longer in the re-publication of Come To Me. Staying to the premise that we have five senses and we can use any of them to fall in love. Unless of course you read my fantasy genres, then more might be involved. :-)

Chapter 1

The mangled scents of perfume and sex teased Baron Munro’s senses as he turned his head and looked for a clock on the bedside table. There wasn't one. Didn't matter, it was time to go. He'd indulged them both long enough. Glancing at the tangle of long blonde hair resting on the pillow near his head, he hoped the owner would continue slumbering. The last thing he needed was to explain why he wasn't going to spend the rest of the night, or any other, with her. He should have been long gone already, but he'd been exhausted even before the sex marathon. And that damned near drained him. Yet, he still felt unsatisfied.

In the last few months, no matter how much he indulged, he'd roll out of bed feeling as empty as he had before he climbed in it. Even with his brief hiatus from casual sex, this time was no different from any of the others. A break was not what he had needed. Whatever he was looking for wasn't here either. He passed his hand over his face in exhaustion.

Shifting his position, Baron eased his body off the bed and picked up his clothes where he'd thrown them on the chair earlier in the evening. Naked, his things clutched to his chest, he carefully opened the bedroom door. He closed it behind him and released the breath he'd been holding. After dressing in the hallway, he made his way fully attired to the front door. When he reached the lobby, he dumped the card with the woman's name and number in the trashcan near a pillar. They'd been out a couple of times now, but he’d never saved her number in his contact listings. He wouldn't be calling her again. She was a mistake. Another in a long succession of them, he was damned tired of making.

At thirty-one, he was too old for this shit. He had to believe something more existed out there. After he got into his silver Porsche Boxster-S parked across the street from the building, he did a U-turn and then headed toward his condo overlooking Pennsylvania Avenue in the heart of the District of Columbia. By the time he turned into his garage, the clock on his dash read 2 a.m. A white signboard with black lettering proclaiming the second level loomed before him. Rounding the corner, he expected to pull directly into his reserved parking spot. Instead, a red Thunderbird sat there.

What the hell? he snapped. Unbelievable! Stopping behind the car, he whipped out his cell phone and called the building manager. It was her job to take care of things like this at the condo.

Her sultry voice came on before the ring had finished its first vibration, as if she waited by the phone for his call. He wished.

This wasn't the first occasion he'd spoken to Jasmine Sandler, and it wouldn't be the last. Not if he had anything to say about it. She gave him hope. In truth, since she became the building manager six months ago, he'd taken every opportunity to talk to her, in an effort to get to know her—even if her voice wreaked havoc with his libido every time he heard it. Which was why he always called instead of texting or emailing, preferring direct human contact. Especially if that contact was of the body-on-body kind with her.

Their flirting had begun from the very first, and she'd flirted right back. He'd tried several times to meet her, but she always put him off. No one he knew in the building had ever seen her, but everyone he'd spoken to about her agreed she had a sexy voice. The kind that had him taking cold showers once in a while after talking with her. No matter how often he told himself she was probably sixty with four kids, nothing helped. If she looked half as hot as she sounded on the phone, he'd still want her.

Therein lay his problem of the last six months. She went by the name of Jasmine. She teased his senses on every level. A woman he'd never met, but one he could not ignore. Lord knows he tried to deny his feelings for her, but no matter how many other women he’d been with, he still thought of her. Pathetic.

What can I do for you in these wee hours of the morning, Baron? You know, you really have to stop calling me so late.

Now Jasmine, you know I have to hear your voice before I can settle in for the night.

Date didn’t go so well again, huh?

He'd started telling her about his dates in some kind of attempt to get a reaction out of her. But so far, her indifference wasn't the response he was looking for. They'd become friends, of sorts, but as far as he could tell, nothing fazed her. Before tonight he hadn't been on a date in a month, a record for him. The only reason he went out earlier was because he'd been pissed. A day ago she'd told him she couldn't talk to him because she had a date. A date with another man. What the hell! The concept of jealousy was a strange one for him. In his world, he caused it, and a woman experienced it. Jasmine seemed to be the exception.

Who said I was on a date? And if I was, would it matter to you? he asked.

No.

Well, I was jealous when you were on your date last night. He seized the steering wheel. There, he admitted it. Put what’s been brewing between them front and center. Let’s see if a little honesty, for once, worked.

We are not getting into this. It’s too late. So what’s wrong now? she said, in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

He heard her exasperation over the phone.

At first, he'd talked to her once a week, always about something condo related.

But for the last couple of months, he'd been talking to her at least once almost every day. And about nothing even remotely condo related. Sometimes just to ask about her day and to share his with her. Even though she knew his number, she never called him; he always called her. If the reason was ever condo related and required repair, she'd send someone over. Her staff always made the follow-up calls or sent a text, but never her, so he'd stopped looking for problems to complain about. It got him no closer to her.

How come you won't have dinner with me? So much for promising himself he wouldn't ask again. If a woman said no, he moved on. He didn't chase women; they chased him. But he found himself running hard after this one. Besides, it had been a month since he'd last invited her out. This time he wouldn't accept no for an answer. He was ready for a serious relationship and hoped she was, too. It was way past time they met. He refused to continue like this.

You're one of the tenants in the building I manage, she said. It wouldn't be appropriate.

He frowned. Who said?

She sighed into the phone. I do. Now, do you really have a problem or did you just call to talk?

What if I really just called to hear the sound of your voice?

Silence greeted his confession. He wondered if he'd finally gotten through