“I don’t sleep much,” he says with a shrug.
“I see,” I mutter, pulling the covers up to my chest a little bit more.
I’m on edge. Last night was amazing but in the light of day, I’m more attuned to the menacing aura wafting off him. I’m not scared of him, a part of me believes he wouldn’t hurt me. It’s more caution sliding through my chest.
“When do you plan to leave?” He asks after a few seconds have passed.
He’s acting different. I hate it.
“As soon as I take a shower and put on my clothes.”
Dry amusement flashes in his eyes, “Go ahead,” he says inclining his head towards a door I’m guessing leads to the bathroom.
I chew on my bottom lip, waiting for him to leave.
When he doesn’t move, I arch an eyebrow, “I’d like some privacy.”
I even make a shooing motion with my hands. That only serves to amuse him more.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, siren.”
Right….
When it becomes clear to me he isn’t going anywhere, I huff out a breath before letting the blanket drop and revealing my tits. In the next breath, I’m climbing out of the bed and rising to my feet in all my naked glory.
The air in the room heats slightly as his eyes land on me, sliding over every inch. His gaze burns and I swallow, trying to hide my nerves. I have no clue what he’ll do next. He simply smirks before gesturing for me to go on. I try and hide my slight disappointment. It’s becoming pretty clear he has no interest in fucking me this morning. Shame, I thought I’d get an orgasm to go. Although considering the ache between my legs, it’s probably better we don’t have sex.
With as much dignity as I can muster, I head to the bathroom door and after one last look at the man languishing in the chair, I shut the door behind me. The bathroom is just as lavish as the rest of his house. I take a quick shower. Ten minutes later when I step out of the bathroom after a quick. He isn’t there when I reappear.
I put on my clothes, wondering if it’s all in my head and I’m imagining the chill in his gaze. Last night, he looked at me like I meant something. This morning I’m not so sure.
Do I even want to mean something to him?
This was simply a one night stand. Meaningless. After today, we can both go back to our lives. Forget last night ever happened.
Although I know without a doubt I’ll never be able to forget it. Not him. Not the feeling of him inside of me, his blank canvas. And especially not the way he’d looked at me last night.
When I step out of the room, I have no clue where to go. Standing in the large expansive hallway, I decide my best option would be to head downstairs. Once I’m there, it’s easy enough to follow the smell of food.
I find Rafaelle in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. My head swims at the sight. He really isn’t predictable at all. He has to be the most interesting person I’ve ever met. The best looking too because no one I know looks that sexy while cracking eggs and whipping them in a bowl.
He lifts his eyes to find me in the hallway of the kitchen and offers me a short nod.
“You’re dressed. Good, take a seat.”
I roll my eyes. Almost every word out of his mouth is an order or command. It’s so annoying. Still, I do as he says, a little hungry from last night’s activities.
“Do you always prepare breakfast for all your one-night stands?” I question, sliding into a chair.
“If I’m going to fuck your brains out, I might as well feed you before you leave. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to die of malnutrition. Who knows when next you’ll remember to eat,” he states.
“How gentlemanly of you.”
He scowls like the word personally offends him.
I reach for the French toast, it looks and tastes almost as amazing as the man in front of me. He’s focused on preparing the rest of breakfast, eyes far off and deep in thought. I watch him as he works, the muscles in his arm contorting in a captivating manner. He really should have put on a shirt. When he’s done, he turns off the stove and starts to eat from his plate as well, not paying me any attention. It’s a little annoying.
“So... that’s it? You don’t have anything to say to me.”
