Page 108 of Auctioned To Be Mine

“I was hungry. I thought you might be as well.” He quickly plated his own breakfast and sat down on a stool beside me.

I forked up a bite of the eggs and had to resist the urge to close my eyes and moan. “These are surprisingly good.”

Callum grinned and shook his head. “You didn’t need to add the surprisingly part, but thank you.”

We both dug in, barely talking. I was hungry. Before the party, I had eaten very little. I was too nervous. And at the party, the snacks were good but I had spent the evening talking, only grabbing small bites here and there. Callum’s breakfast feast was a godsend. I ate everything on the plate, including two giant pancakes.

“Do you have anywhere you need to be today?” he asked. He got up and refilled both our coffee cups.

I thought about it. The show was done. The store opening wasn’t until tomorrow. Betty had given me a few days. “No,” I said. “Not today.”

“Hell yes,” he said.

I burst out laughing.

He leaned over and kissed me on the side of my head. “Today is ours. No work. No family. No obligations.”

“We should probably check in at the store,” I said. “Just to make sure the cleanup crew has everything handled.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Absolutely not.” He gestured for me to follow him.

“Where are we going?”

“Outside.”

I followed him through the glass doors to the patio. It was a clear day. A little warm and just a touch humid. A typical LA day. The pool glistened in the sunlight.

He set his mug down on the outdoor table, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats, and looked at me over his shoulder. “Don’t overthink it.”

And then he was naked, standing there in his birthday suit in full daylight.

I stared at him. “Callum Blackwell, it is nine in the morning.”

“Best time.”

“There are neighbors.”

“There are not.” He gestured broadly at the property. “I paid very good money to ensure my privacy.”

He dove his naked ass into the pool, disappearing before coming back up with that same sexy smile.

I looked down at his shirt I was wearing and then back at him. He was watching me with that cocky smile. I pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it on the nearest lounge chair.

“There she is.” He smiled.

“Don’t make it weird,” I said, and walked to the edge of the pool with as much dignity as a naked woman could manage after a giant meal.

I dove in. The water was perfect. I surfaced and pushed my hair out of my face. Callum came up beside me, shaking water from his hair like a very large, very handsome dog.

We floated for a bit before I splashed him.

“I still think we should go to the store,” I said.

“Hell no.”