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Chapter Five
Alex
I wake in the morning feeling rather good. Much better than yesterday, for sure. Catriona has forgiven me for my abominable behavior, and for some reason, that makes me feel bloody fantastic. She tucked me in last night too. I doubt she realized I was only half-asleep, but I'd been just awake enough to feel it when she kissed my cheek.
Only one other woman has ever done that, and she wasn't even my lover. Catriona isn't either, though I want her to be that and so much more. I don't deserve this kind of chance with this kind of woman, but I will take whatever she offers me.
The past be damned.
I suddenly realize today is Saturday, which means I have the entire weekend with Catriona, if she wants me to stay for that long.
Since her bedroom door is closed, I decide she must be sleeping. In the kitchen, I find all the ingredients I need to cook a decent breakfast for her. I'm hardly a gourmet chef, but I know how to make edible food. I've just gathered everything I need when Catriona sashays out of her bedroom wearing nothing but a blue nightie. Its spaghetti straps and short hemline give me a tantalizing view of her thighs and the slopes of her breasts.
"Good morning, darling," I say, with no sarcasm at all when I speak that word. "Are you hungry?"
Catriona halts mid-step. She lifts her head to gawp at me. "Alex? Why are you—" She winces. "I invited you to stay."
"And you clearly forgot about that when you woke up this morning." I rove my gaze over her from head to toe and back again. "You should dress this way more often."
"It's a nightie, Alex. I only dress this way at night."
"That's a shame, love. You are even more stunning barely clothed and mussed from sleep."
"Mussed?" She pats her hair and winces again. "I forgot to brush my hair."
"I know, and I like it. Nothing is sexier than a tousled woman in a skimpy negligee." I can't resist smirking. "Well, except for a nude woman."
"Donnae get ahead of yourself, Alex."
"Why not? It's my default position."
Catriona ambles up to the kitchen bar and perches on a stool. "What are you cooking?"
"I was planning to make you a decadent feast." I survey the ingredients I'd laid out. "But now I'm getting a different idea."
"You don't need to make a fuss. Honestly, scrambled eggs are fine with me."
"That's not what I meant." My focus gravitates to her chest and the tantalizing slopes of those generous breasts. "It's your choice, darling. Would you rather eat breakfast or make love?"
She stares blankly at me.
Well, I did warn her that going too far is my default position. I've wanted her since the moment we met, and now we're alone in her flat. We've already kissed once, and she invited me to spend the night on her sofa. So I'm hoping she wants what I want.
I raise my brows at her. "Is the decision that difficult?"
"No." She hops off her stool and sashays around to my side of the counter, stopping an arm's length away. "Let's make love, Alex."
For two seconds, I assume I've misheard her. Then she drags her tongue across her lips and moves her fingers over her chest in slow circles. Oh no, I did not misunderstand her.
I grasp her hips and tug her closer. "I'm glad you said that, because I need to fuck you right now."
"What happened to making love?"
"Don't worry, we'll do that too. I mean to give us both a workout before breakfast."
"I'd love that." She cocks her head as if she wants to study me. "Were you lying when you said calling me 'darling' meant nothing?"
"Yes, I was. I am a bloody liar, sometimes. So before we do this, you should understand a few things about me."
