Christmas stoking filler #1

Happy December, everyone! Christmas is right around the corner and I have some stoking fillers prepared for you. I was thinking of doing a couple of giveaways - some free Humanless copies as well as some swag but more on that later. Today I have something special: Blake and Ava's first phone call from Blake's POV. Enjoy! 

Blake couldn’t remember when was the last time he’d got more than five hours sleep. Today could have been one of those lucky days if his phone hadn’t started ringing as if Buckingham Palace was on fire and he was the only fireman in London. Who the hell wanted to speak to him so badly? He didn’t have any friends and most people resolved to leaving a voicemail when he didn’t pick up. Ring, ring, ring...
       Fifth time in a row? Seriously? He managed to crawl from under the duvet and get his phone from the night stand. Unknown number. Just as his curiosity won the battle over his anger of being woken up, and his finger slid to the green button, the damn thing stopped ringing. The caller didn’t leave a voicemail and Blake could bet his right hand he was going to call again.Throwing it on the pillow next to him, he stretched his long arms over his head and raked them through his hair. It was 3.05 pm according to the phone. He hadn’t slept all night or rather, couldn’t.  His whole body had been buzzing and he couldn’t bear lying on the bed, waiting and hoping for sleep to come naturally.
        Something was up. He wasn’t sure exactly what because his mortal body didn’t offer much in terms of premonition or contact with the world he had left behind. But something was definitely brewing and he could feel it.To get rid of the energy that felt like an open electrical wire inside his every cell, he had gone to the gym and had ran himself into exhaustion. When his feet had refused to carry him any further, Blake had jumped off the treadmill and had started lifting weights. When his arms had felt as if they were going to fall off his shoulder sockets, he had started doing crunches. That had done it.Exhausted, he had dragged himself back to his flat, had taken a scorching hot shower and had collapsed in bed. It had been 10 am by that point.The weird thing was that Blake thought the grueling gym session would keep the buzz away for a while but now that he was fully awake, he could feel it coming back.
        The phone’s ring right next to his ear startled him out of his thoughts and cursing he picked up.
“Yeah?” He couldn’t hide his frustration with the caller and frankly didn’t want to.
“Hello, I’m looking for Blake Mars?” It was a woman. A lovely voice. Smooth and creamy like Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream. His mouth literary watered and he desperately wished the voice would continue talking so that he could just listen and enjoy. Maybe imagine licking the lips that spoke...
“Speaking.” Maybe if he talked in single word sentences she’d speak more to compensate. Women tended to do that.
“A friend of mine gave me your number because I need some help with an essay in Greek mythology...” Great. A student. Needs help with an essay. Talk about destroying his fantasy.
“I don’t consult students for essays.” He didn’t care that he was rude and interrupted her. All he wanted was for the call to end because he’s body felt as if it was going to explode. What the hell was that buzzing??
“But you have! You have consulted my friend’s sister last year. We both go to the University of Greenwich...”
“Yeah, so?” He interrupted her again but he couldn’t listen to her anymore. That voice did things to him he didn’t want to feel right now. Or ever again.
“I’m just trying to prove that you do consult students.” Oh wow, she was getting pissed off. And that voice of hers got an even sexier edge to it. Blake had a sudden vision of chocolate melting on the edge of a sharp knife...He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts, but a new nagging notion took their place.
“What’s your name?” he asked, but already knew the answer.
“Ava. Ford.” Right. The buzzing calmed down because it had achieved its purpose. It was trying to warn him of Ava’s appearance in his life. Even though he never made any conscious effort to find her, Fate had done that for him. A lazy smile spread on his lips and he suddenly couldn’t wait to meet her in person.
“Meet me tomorrow. I’ll text you the address.”