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MORGAN
“Are you really staying?”Blake asks when we slide out of the back of the Rover at Eros’ place. I can see she’s a bit skeptical. I mean I can’t blame her. I didn’t even want to go on this date, and now I’m being dropped off at the man's house. If the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be asking her the same thing.
“Yeah, I think I am. How about you? Should I let Grams know that you won’t be making it home tonight?” Blake’s cheeks pinken. She’s really into this guy.
“I think I’m going to go home with him.”
“Good for you. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” I kiss her on the cheek.
“So I can murder and cause mayhem but must keep my chastity belt intact?” she teases me.
“Fine, you’re a free woman. Burn your bra and panties.”
“I have a fireplace,” Matty chimes in from the driver's seat, listening to our whole conversation. Not that we’re hiding it well. I’m standing at the passenger door. Blake had rolled the window down to talk to me while Eros wrangled his painting out of the back of the vehicle.
“Text me later,” Blake and I say at the same time as I step back from the vehicle.
“You need some help with that?” I ask Eros.
“Can you grab my keys for me? Front left pocket.”
“Is that a line? Is this a trick?” I wiggle my brows but reach into his pocket for his keys since he has his hands full at the moment.
“It’s not a line, but feel free to grab anything you want while you’re in there.” I can’t help but laugh. I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed a man’s company this much.
Plus, him getting all territorial over me was pretty hot. That is not something I’d ever in my life thought I’d be into, but Eros had gone from cool and collected toDon’t fuck with my datein two seconds. It was pretty badass.
I find his keys, pulling them out. We head up to his place. I unlock the door, and he even gives me the code to turn the alarm off. “Can’t wait to rob you later.”
“You get off on that kind of thing? The thrill?”
“Just call me Winona Ryder.” Eros sets the painting down against the wall. I start to wander into his home, unable to help myself. “I will be stealing from your fridge. I only ate two olives and one piece of cheese. I don’t know about other women you date, but this one eats.”
“I don’t really date,” he says from behind as he follows me. I’d heard Louis mention something about that. My ear might have perked up a bit on that one.
His place is pretty modern but with a rustic feel to it. The countertops in his kitchen are pretty neat. They’re a pure black quartz from the looks of it but matte. The place does scream bachelor pad to a degree but a cool one.
“I fear what I’ll find,” I say when I grab the handles of his fridge before I pull it open and find it fully stocked. There are glass Tupperware containers lining one side while the other is filled with a variety of drinks. “You cook?” I glance over my shoulder at him. I expect him to be checking out my ass or something, but really he’s taking in every inch of me. I’d almost swear he’s memorizing every detail.
“I do okay in the kitchen, but that is my mother’s doing.” An almost bashful expression crosses his face. As for me, my chest warms.
“She comes over and stocks your fridge?” He nods, still seeming a bit embarrassed about it.
“That’s really cool, Eros. Your mom sounds like a good one.” I glance through the selection and grab the one I think is lasagna. There is even a little note on the top stating what temp to cook it at and for how long. “Lasagna work for you?”
“Yeah, it works for me.” He walks over and turns the stove on.
“You mind?” I motion toward my boots, wanting to take them off.
“Make yourself at home.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” I toe my boots off before I wander over toward the TV. When I grab the remote, I see a paused documentary about vampire myths. “A non-believer?” I turn back around. Eros is slipping the dish into the oven.
“I mean, you can bite me and prove the whole thing wrong if you want.” Again, I burst into laughter. That is until a cat suddenly appears, jumping onto the back of the sofa.
“You have a cat?” I whisper, not wanting to startle it.
“He can be a bit feisty.”
