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There is no way a man that incredibly sexy, is still single. Though as I snooped through the house last night while he and Chloe were out tree shopping, there isn’t a hint of a woman’s touch in this place.
All I know is Chloe was utterly destroyed and heartbroken after their divorce, and now I can’t help but wonder if there was another reason behind her grieving. I know I’d be completely torn up if I lost this gorgeous hunk of a man.
I changed into the cute Christmas pajamas Chloe bought us, tiny shorts barely covering my ass and a matching spaghetti-strap tank covered in tiny little candy canes put together to form hearts. I have no clue what she was thinking about getting us these to wear while we’re staying with her stepfather, but I can’t help the extra pep-in-my-step as I descend the staircase and head into the kitchen.
Of course it also may be the fact that I’m not wearing a bra under the silk tank and the peaks of my pierced nipples are definitely hard to miss. Let’s see how out of your league this is,old man.
It took me by surprise when he made the comment to me after outwardly flirting with me and spitting out double entendres and innuendos during our moment alone. It was brazen of him, especially given the fact Chloe was nearby and could have overheard him.
The sound of his deep, raspy voice and the smirk on his face as he was totally checking me out, made me feel exhilarated. I know I’m hot, not to be a conceited bitch but I obviously have two working eyes and own a mirror.
Though being desired by a man of Zane’s caliber is nothing compared to the boys I’m used to having swoon over me.
Zane is a man, man. Broad, burly, and bold.
As I take the last step down the staircase and enter the kitchen, I find Zane leaning back against the large island in the middle of the room, wearing low hung sweatpants and a plain white tee, while Chloe sits cross-legged on a kitchen stool, in the same pajama set I am wearing. Zane’s holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hand laughing at something she’s saying, and my oh my I was right. The muscles straining against the sleeves of his white t-shirt are fucking incredible.
Tanned, veiny, and covered in a sleeve of black ink that wraps around them.
I’m drooling when the smell of coffee, bacon, and freshly baked bread infiltrates my nostrils as I step into the room, but that isn’t what has me salivating. No, it’s the ridiculously sexy Zane Anderson who’s making my mouth water in desperation. God, I need to get laid, or at least get myself off with that delicious, jetted shower head.
I write myself a mental note to take care of that tonight before I internally combust.
“What is that amazing smell?” I ask, licking my lips as I head toward the array of items neatly arranged on silver platters atop the island. Chloe is quick to spot me, turning and hopping off of her seat, enveloping me in a warm hug.
“Only the best homemade breakfast you’ll ever taste. That’s one thing I miss most about Zane, his cooking. My mom can’t fry an egg to save her life,” Chloe jokes, making us both laugh.
This is nice. There’s no tension in the room like there was last night and it’s refreshing.
“I know what you mean,” I mutter, “Mom can’t cook anything that doesn’t come frozen in a plastic tin, and even then she screws it up somehow.” I can feel Zane’s gaze on me, as I purposefully lean forward sticking my ass out and grab a strip of bacon from the platter. I bring the salty piece of meat to my mouth and take a bite, licking the crumbs off my lips.
“Mmm,” I moan, enjoying the delicious, saltiness of the crisp bacon on my tongue. “Why is bacon so damn good?”
I hear a throat clear and when I lift my attention to Zane, I notice he’s watching me intently through dark lashes. He’s sipping the steaming coffee from his thermos, but it’s the heat in his eyes that makes me shiver, the room suddenly much warmer than it was moments ago.
What the hell am I doing purposefully taunting him?
Sure he was being a little flirty yesterday but that could have just been because I was being my usual sarcastic self. However, purposefully egging him on like this, teasing him and flaunting my ass is dangerous.
Though what I don’t miss is the way his eyes lower, focusing on my tits. Looks like someone’s spotted the piercings.
I straighten up moving around the island and over to the coffee pot on the counter, reaching for the mug set on the counter and pouring myself a cup. The whole time both Chloe and Zane remain silent, watching me move about the kitchen as if I’ve done it countless times before.
“Zane made his famous hot cocoa, but I figured you’d want coffee first. I told him I didn’t drink any but that you pretty much have coffee flowing through your veins, so he made a full pot,” Chloe states, clearly blabbering nervously at the sudden tension circulating in the room.
Her blond hair sits in curls above her shoulders but I notice she’s wearing a bit of mascara and blush over her cheeks. Makeup this early in the morning, hmm interesting.
I mean so am I but that's just what I do. My best friend, however, is naturally beautiful, as in she doesn’t really know how truly beautiful she is, whereas I know I’m hot, have a banging body, and luckily do not need to wear any makeup. Though I wear it by choice.
But Chloe, going out of her way to lookprettythis early in the morning can only mean she’s trying to make an impression.
The only question is for who.
“Thanks,” I say to no one in particular. “I could use this in an IV drip.” I walk back over to the island and grab a plate, serving myself a bit of everything in front of me. Bacon, eggs, biscuits, fruit. I’m starving having skipped dinner yesterday, everything is looking and smelling mighty delicious.
“Zane made biscuits from scratch with apple maple butter, and for dinner I convinced him to make his famous Spaghetti alla Bolognese.”
I take another bite of a strip of bacon. “Seems like a true celebrity,” I mock, realizing too late what I’ve said.
