“Good morning.” I can’t help but beam back at him.
“You hungry?” he asks.
“Starving.”
“I hope you don’t mind, but there are some things I have to do at work before we open. So, I kinda went crazy at the bakery. I wasn’t sure what you wanted.” He shyly nods toward a large bag on the kitchen counter.
“That’s completely fine, I get it,” I say, and I follow him back to the counter.
Looking in the bag, I see he wasn’t kidding—there are boxes of bagels, pastries, donuts, and muffins.
“Did you buy them out?” I laugh.
“I bought for the crew, too, after last night’s success, there will be many more concerts in the future,” he says, pulling out the boxes.
I settle on a blueberry muffin and walk around him to get a cup out of the cupboard.
I feel his hands wrap around my waist, and he tugs me against him. His hardness presses against my backside, and my breath hitches as my body hums. He buries his nose in my hair at the nape of my neck and whispers. “This is how it’s been every time I’m near you. You do this to me.”
Before I can speak, my stomach rudely growls, and I hang my head in shame from the disruption as my face heats.
Zayne just chuckles behind me and steps back. I whimper in protest and internally curse at the betrayal of my body.
“Go, sit and eat. I’ll make you some coffee,” he says as he smacks my ass.
I squeak, and turn and look at him, and he just winks and turns to the coffee maker.
“Watch it now.” I laugh. “A girl can get used to this.”
After breakfast, Zayne heads back to work, and I text Vix to see what she is doing and if she wants to hang before her shift.
An hour later, I open the door to find Vix standing there, she slides her sunglasses down to check me out from head to toe.That sarcastic, wide grin of hers is on full display.
“Well, don’t we look freshly fucked today?” she says, taking her sunglasses off as she walks past me.
I fake an expression of shock at her accusation, but as I turn back and meet her eyes, I bite my lip and hold back a grin.
“I mean, you're not wrong,” I say.
She walks straight to the couch and sits down, laying her purse on the coffee table.
“Well,” her sarcastic tone is not lost on me, “it’s about fucking time.”
“Now. You better sit your sweet ass over here and give me all the details,” she says, patting the couch.
“Oh my God, Vix?” I say, practically floating to the couch.
“That good, huh?” She cocks an eyebrow up.
“It was…” I pause, trying to come up with the best description.
“Epic.” I cringe, shaking my head.“No, it was electric. I mean…” I desperately start to search through my brain for the right description, but none of them do last night justice.
“Vix, these last few weeks have been torture, but last night…” I sigh as the blush starts to creep up my cheeks.
“He makes me feel so alive, like a part of me has been asleep for so long, and he woke me. He took all my insecurities, plucking them one by one and tossing them into a fire. He made me feel beautiful, something I’ve never felt with any man. I felt powerful. I felt worthy.”
Vix just sat there, looking at me.
