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Dylan followed.
Hunter pushed open the swinging door, let Dylan enter behind him, then stopped halfway inside the room. “What, no breakfast already made and ready for my consumption? What were you doing down here?”
“Fucking off. What did you expect?”
Hunter laughed. “At least when I fuck off, I have a woman in bed with me.”
“Yeah. I heard what you did to her this morning. I was sorry and a little jealous to have missed it. And as for breakfast, you’re lucky I made a full pot of coffee. I’m not your servant.”
“But of the two of us, you’re the better cook.”
“You’re just saying that so you don’t have to do it.”
From the doorway to the kitchen, Lilianna said, “I’ll cook, if you want me to. It’s the least I can do.”
They both spun around. Dylan was shocked that Hunter hadn’t sensed her approach. It was difficult to sneak up on him, usually.
Lilianna stood half in the doorway, her hand plastered on the edge of the swinging door above her head, holding it open and wearing one of Hunter’s gray T-shirts. Dylan liked it better on her. With her hand in the air on the door, lifting the hem of the shirt she wore, he also noted that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Inappropriate thoughts of her splayed before him on the kitchen island ran roughshod through his mind. Dylan hoped she hadn’t heard the news about her missing car or speculative conversation regarding her intentions before they’d entered the kitchen.
“If you don’t mind me rummaging around in your fridge, I’m sure I can whip something up.” She moved forward, released the swinging door, and headed in the direction of the refrigerator, the seductive sway of her hips making him hungry for something else entirely.
Chapter Eight
“Rummage away,” Hunter said, as Lilianna made her way inside the kitchen. She got a distinct vibe that something wasn’t quite right or perhaps that something was very wrong. Did they want her to skip breakfast and leave?
Hunter promptly walked to the coffeepot by the sink, poured himself a large cup of black coffee, and then leaned against the counter watching her collect ingredients. The rapt expression on his face and the way he stared at her made her definitely feel welcome.
He sipped his coffee and stared at her like he wanted to take another bite out of her. She smiled back at him and thought, go ahead.
Having Hunter watch her this time didn’t bother her like it might have before. The chef she’d worked with spent most of his time over her shoulder. Besides, he’d already watched her have sex with Dylan. Cooking a meal should be relatively easy.
Still, Lilianna got the distinct impression that she’d interrupted something. They’d been talking in the entryway before she came downstairs, but she hadn’t heard anything specific with the exception of the conversation involving who had to cook this morning once they were in the kitchen.
She was happy to be their cook. And while she felt her skill set belonged in candy making, she’d also picked up a few basic skills just working in a busy restaurant kitchen with a chef.
Standing at the island, she stretched to reach the block with all the knives and grabbed the one for chopping. She also grabbed a skillet from the rack above the stove and placed it on the front gas burner on low heat. She quickly diced some onion and green pepper on the chopping block next to the stove centered on the island. They both quietly watched her complete the necessary task.
She looked up in time to see that Hunter smirked. The sardonic shape of his mouth never failed to make her heart flip over in her chest. He looked like a total badass, and she liked it.
“I see that you still aren’t wearing anything under my T-shirt.”
She smiled in return. “That didn’t bother you this morning.”
“And it doesn’t bother me now.”
Lilianna turned, opened the fridge, and grabbed a stick of butter from inside the door. She sliced off a piece and tossed it into the heated skillet. The sound and scent of sizzling butter filled the room.
“So can I assume you’ll be watching me very carefully, just in case you get a glimpse of ass cheek?”
“Yep.”
