“Great, nowyou’reobsessed with her too,” Matteo's exasperated comment comes from behind Hades.
“Hello, my sweet boy!” Hades is wagging and jumping around, and the massive dog knocks me on my ass. Shirt flying up around my waist, I land with a thud. After several moments of puppy kisses and snuggles, he calms and sits in front of me. It is only then that I notice Matteo frozen in the doorway, eyes fixed on my bare legs.
His gaze slowly slides up my body. When his eyes reach mine, he’s met with an arched eyebrow and one shoulder shrug. “See something you like, Funshine?”
Turning on a heel he storms away. “You fucking women are going to be the death of me. And put on some fucking pants.” His muttering has me cackling. Despite the shocking awakening, this is turning into a great morning; especially since Mr. Control didn’t bother to order me to stay in this room.
I hesitate long enough to allow him to get to the stairs and start heading down, just in case he simply forgot to tell me to stay put. The “music” shuts off as I listen for his steps to fade away.
Turning to my new shadow, I grin. “Come on buddy, let’s go find some coffee.” Head tilted as if he understands me, Hades leads the way to the central floor. I don't bother with pants, just to piss Matteo off. I all but skip to the kitchen. The clock reads 5 a.m., so it's early but definitely not too early for coffee and breakfast. Spying an espresso machine gleaming like a prize, I make a beeline.
Cabinets banging, I hunt down the largest mug they have.
Bingo! I find one that could double as a bowl. Brewing the coffee is the easy part. I’m about to steam the milk when hands brush up my arms. I scream loud enough to wake anyone who may have gone back to bed and send milk flying everywhere.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Akio’s eyes go wide, his hands up in mock surrender.
Heart slamming against my ribs, I look down to find Hades at my side again, alerted by my ear-shattering scream.
“You need to wear a fucking bell!” I put a hand to my chest, but I’m only really angry about the mess I just made.
“My bad, Siren. I'll get this.” He snatches a towel from a drawer nearby and wipes it up as I go about finishing my latte.
Matteo comes into the kitchen, and I can see the tension as he fights to maintain eye contact and not look down to take in the rock T-shirt (that I clearly got from one of them) and underwear I’m still in.
“Good morning, Funshine. Hear any good songs lately?” Akio’s chuckle behind me only spurs me on. Stepping into Matteo’s personal space, my hands move toward him and I can see the conflict in his eyes on whether he will let me touch him. Before my hands make contact, I shoo him to the side. The shock on his face has me in stitches as I hop up to sit on the granite countertop with my feet dangling while I sip my latte.
His deep sigh echoes in the kitchen. “Since we’re all awake, I might as well make breakfast. Omelets good?”
“Well, actually…”
“I was talking to Akio. You’re still a captive, or did you forget?” A smirk plays around his lips.
Did he just tease me? Did I just like it? “I was going to say I like mushrooms, spinach and cheese in mine; but maybe that is beyond caveman cooking abilities.”
Akio’s eyes shoot open in shock and he takes a step back to get out of Matteo’s line of fire. Matteo's eyes tighten but the smirk is still there. “Oh, don't you worry about my abilities in the kitchen, Menace. This will be the best omelet you’ve ever seen, but who knows if you get one.” He turns to get the eggs out of the refrigerator.
“Woah. I take it back. I’m sure cavemen cook just fine.” Eyes wide, I give Hades a run for his money and beg for my food. Matteo shoots a drylook over his shoulder, but I note the mushrooms, spinach and cheese that are now on the counter beside the eggs, and smirk.
It should be a crime to look so good with no shirt and low-slung gray sweatpants. Extra criminal since he’s cooking for me. All those tattoos coating his skin, muscles rippling underneath…. I stifle a giggle that threatens to escape as he ties on a black apron. Totally at ease in the kitchen, he sautes the mushrooms in butter and garlic. The smells are making my mouth water; the visual is making my pussy clench.Down, girl.
I hear the back door click shut, and I pull my gaze from the shirtless snack currently making breakfast to see Ms. Trudy strolling into the house. With her hair pulled back into a low braid, she enters the kitchen. “Boys. Is there any particular reason I woke to alarms and some interesting music this morning?” She nails them with an arched eyebrow for a moment before turning to me. “Fallon, good morning dear. I would ask if you slept well but…” She points at the alarm bolted into the corner of the room. She walks past me, patting my knee along the way to the coffeepot that Matteo apparently had brewing before I even came downstairs.
“Morning, Ms. Trudy.” I give her a sheepish smile, suddenly very aware of the lack of pants. I try to tug my shirt down to appear a bit more decent.
She pours her coffee then adds cream and sugar. “Oh honey, you can call me Ms. T like the boys.”
My cheeks heat with the strangest warmth.
Akio slips forward to snag some of the fruit that Teo is cutting.
“Get your own.” Matteo smacks his hand.
“You never were prone to sharing.” Ms. T shakes her head at Matteo with a fond smile on her lips.
And why is my brain suddenly conjuring up fantasies of all three guys sharing me?
“I don’t have to share things that I own.” Matteo shrugs.
