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Chapter Sixteen
Lindsay
I hadn’t expected Phillip to be in bed when I woke, but his warm, chiseled body was still sprawled out beside me on his king size bed. The sheet was loosely draped over his thigh, exposing the majority of him. It was very tempting to wake him, but I knew if I did, we would never get out of bed. Not that I really minded, because his mattress made mine feel like cement.
I’d watched enough television to know how the rich and famous lived, but I never expected to actually be in one of those places. His bedroom was larger than my entire apartment. Last night I briefly felt as though I didn’t belong here, but once he started kissing me, my surroundings vanished and all that existed was the magic we created together.
My stomach grumbled for the third time and if I didn’t get something to eat soon, I wouldn’t need to wake Phillip because the gurgling sure would. He had told me to make myself at home. That was impossible in this luxurious environment, but I was sure he wouldn’t have an issue with me making us some breakfast.
Slipping out from under the covers, I walked into the bathroom and found his robe. It was huge on me. I had to roll the sleeves up several times and it dragged on the floor when I walked. I would have just cooked naked, but I wasn’t sure if he had security cameras anywhere, or a cleaning service that might pop in.
When I found my way to the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and my jaw dropped. There was milk with an expired date, eggs, and orange juice. That was all. There were numerous cupboards, and they were almost as bare as his fridge. You weren’t lying. You don’t cook.
This might work for Phillip, but I wasn’t about to do black coffee on an empty stomach. Thankfully my purse was still in the living room with my cell phone inside. I googled restaurants with delivery. Oddly enough, the one on the ground floor of this building did just that. When I called and ordered breakfast and provided them the penthouse location, the person asked, “Would Mr. Heart like his usual as well?”
I had no idea what that was, but I knew what I wanted. Was it wrong that I was going to order the same for him? Maybe. But who knows, maybe a change would be nice. “No. Just what I ordered, please.”
“No problem, ma’am. We will have the order brought up to you within twenty minutes.”
“Thank you.” That gave me enough time to shower. With the type of job I did, I ended up carrying a lot of stuff in my purse. I even had a travel toothbrush and toothpaste. For clothing though, all I had was a clear plastic rain poncho. That might make for interesting conversation if I wore that around his apartment, but it wasn’t very practical. So after my shower, I put back on the black dress from last night. I was going to be overdressed for breakfast in bed, but it was better than answering the door in his robe. That’s how rumors got started.
There was a knock on the door. I was surprised how accurate their timing was. I walked over and answered the door. A man and a woman waited in the hall with the platter of food that I had ordered.
“You can just put it on the kitchen table, please.” I followed them, as they seemed to know exactly where to go. “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing, ma’am,” said the man. “We put it on Mr. Heart’s tab.”
“No. I want to pay for it. Please, can you remove it and let me pay?” He hadn’t asked me to order anything and I definitely didn’t have permission to charge anything to him. Besides, this was supposed to be my treat to him.
“I can, but I am sure Mr. Heart wouldn’t mind.”
I pulled out my debit card and handed it to her. “I am sure he wouldn’t, but I’d like to pay,” I stated. Really, how much could it be for poached eggs, buttered toast, fresh fruit cups, coffee, and Greek yogurt for two?
The woman pulled out a pocket charger, inserted my card and asked, “Would you like me to email you a receipt?” I nodded and rattled off my email. She typed it in and said, “You’re all set. Please let us know if you require anything else.”
Phillip came out of the bedroom just as the woman was leaving. Good thing, too, because he was only wearing his boxer shorts. “Are you leaving?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Your bathrobe was way too big for me.”
“You could’ve grabbed one of my t-shirts if you wanted,” he stated.
“I would never go in your drawers.” That was too close to snooping. Going through his cupboards in the kitchen was a different story. No one ever had personal shit in there. God, I would die if anyone went through my panty drawer. It’s not just underwear in there.
“I do appreciate that. What has you up so early?” he asked.
“It’s almost nine, and my stomach wasn’t going to allow me to sleep another moment.” I walked over and grabbed his hand. “Come, I ordered us some breakfast. I was about to bring it to you in bed, but since you’re up, we might as well eat it in the kitchen.”
When we got to the kitchen he said, “Wow, I guess you are hungry.”
“This isn’t all for me. It’s for us,” I clarified.
“Usually I only have coffee and two hard boiled eggs, but this looks great.” He sat down at the pub height table and said, “I could get used to this.”
I sat and informed him, “I was going to cook us breakfast, but the options were limited.”
He laughed. “I can’t remember the last time I opened the refrigerator.”
“I’m going to guess two weeks ago. At least, that’s when your milk expired,” I teased. “Why don’t you keep food in there?”
