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So, the little professor was up and around already.
His stomach growled, reminding him it had been a long time since dinner and he’d slept later than normal. He’d been awake half the night fighting the urge to go find Danusia and finish what she’d started with her impromptu striptease.
He couldn’t get the image of her sexy, pale curves out of his mind and it’d haunted him right into his dreams too.
She might be average in height, but her legs looked long enough to wrap around his hips just right.
The matching sheer blue bra and panties she’d been wearing hadn’t left anything to the imagination either. Who would have thought the serious student would wear such sexy lingerie?
He knew her nipple were a deep raspberry red when excited and that while her breasts would be a generous handful, her nipples weren’t overly large. He would have so much fun teasing them to swollen hardness though.
Knowing her pubic curls were the exact same chocolate-brown shade as the hair on her head only made him want to play down there and see how much darker they looked when wet with her excitement.
His morning hard-on liked the image so much it went from semi-hard to locked, loaded and ready. Shit.
Not what he needed right now.
And she wasn’t just sexy, she was sweet and hella smart.
And she’d made coffee. And ham. Which usually meant some kind of eggs as well. His stomach growled again at the thought. Of course there was no saying she’d made enough for him, not after the way he’d rejected her the night before. Running away like the scared little boy Maxwell Baker had never been.
Piss and damn.
She was sitting at the table, drinking a mug of that delicious-smelling coffee when he made his way into the kitchen a few minutes later. She looked up and smiled, her expression nothing like what he expected from a woman he’d turned down the night before.
She nodded at a covered plate on the other side of the table. “Your breakfast. It’s a good thing you got up when you did. Eggs Benedict are just nasty cold.”
“You made Eggs Benedict? For me?” Where was hers?
“Yep. I prefer fruit and yogurt for breakfast.”
He looked pointedly at the empty spot in front of her at the table. She had only a cup of coffee.
She shrugged. “I ate earlier. I never sleep very late when I drink the night before.”
“Really?” He, as a rule, slept later and if he wasn’t careful, woke with a headache—even if he hadn’t drunk enough to get a hangover.
“Yeah, just another way my brain doesn’t work like other people’s.”
He sat down, pulling the cover off his breakfast. “Looks perfect.”
“I followed the recipe.”
He caught himself on a chuckle. “That’s good, I guess.”
She nodded.
He pulled his napkin from under the silverware to put in his lap and noticed a piece of paper beneath. It was blank except for the numbers one through five.
He looked up at Danusia. She had that look in her eyes again, the one that made him wary. “What’s this?”
“You said you had five reasons. I want to know what they are.”
“Does it really matter?”
“It does to me.”
“Telling you what they are isn’t going to change the fact that they exist.”
