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“That’s Brent, isn’t it?”
“Could be,” I said as nonchalantly as I could and glanced at it. My heart jumped to see that he had indeed sent me a message.
How did it go?
It amazed me how I couldn’t stop my smile at the inconsequential message. A few seconds later, I pushed the phone aside and glanced up to find Maddie’s face filled with irritation.
“Did you spend the night with him yesterday, again?” she asked.
“Of course not, I had to study. But he did stay with me at the cafe until late. He left just before midnight for an early meeting today.”
“I don’t like this,” she said. “And I don’t like him.” She paused. “Are you at least protecting yourself properly?”
“Of course I am,” I responded. “I’m on birth control. I started it right after my period and I made sure we used a condom for a week after.”
“And are you taking it? Religiously?”
“I’m not a child, Maddie,” I responded.
“I hope so, or you’ll be pushing one in a pram.” She looked at her watch. “Anyway, I got to go now. I promised someone at work I would go around. You can wait here for Ella to wake up and take over in listening to her rants when she wakes up.”
A new message arrived as Maddie flounced out, and my heart began to race in anticipation.
What do you want to eat tonight?
I responded immediately.
Chinese. You want me to come over?
His reply was back in seconds.
Of course. I only let you go last night because of your test, which I should have told you, you wouldn’t need to take.
At the bold statement, my eyebrows furrowed into a frown.
What do you mean?
His reply was cryptic.
I’ll tell you when you get here. See you at eight. Shall I send a car?
Freya
Ella woke up suddenly and I spent an hour consoling her. The poor thing was really devastated by the betrayal, but the beauty of being Ella is bounce. After a while, she talked herself out of her pain. Then she hugged me and told me she would be fine, actually, she would be better off without that shitbag.
I took a taxi to Brent. He surprised me by answering the door himself. I was used to being welcomed by his assistant, Michael, so I was a bit taken aback, but my brows shot up when I noticed the black and white striped apron hanging from his neck.
“Come in,” he said with a smile.
I shut the door and followed him over to the kitchen.
There were groceries on the counter and Brent was toiling away washing vegetables under a running water faucet.
“Um,” I began, not quite sure how to ask, “What’s going on?”
“You said you wanted Chinese food. I’m making it for you.”
I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my amusement.
Leaning against the counter looking delicious as fuck in his olive-green jumper, he raised an eyebrow at me. “Is that mockery?”
“No,” I denied immediately.
“You don’t believe I can do it. I’ll show you.”
I watched as he brought the washed vegetables over to the massive island and produced a chopping board from underneath. I was surprised he even knew where anything was. Pulling a knife from its holder, he placed the carrot on the board and butchered the poor vegetable in half. I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore, and he seemed to grow even more offended.
“Calm down,” I said and placed my hand on him flirtatiously to stop him from using the knife anymore.
He glanced down at the hand and his eyes darkened. “If you don’t let go right now, your ass will be the menu for tonight.”
My hand instantly left his as my face flushed red, but the image of my ass on his beautiful face while his tongue devoured me immediately became all that I was hungry for.
The knife clattered onto the counter and I took a step backwards. Just like that, the air had changed between us from playful and casual to charged with sexual tension.
“I’m really hungry,” I muttered, my eyes fixed on his.
“So am I,” he said, “but no longer for sweet and sour chicken.”
“Sweet and sour chicken sounds amazing.”
“I’ll buy it for you, then,” he said, as my back collided with the counter.
“I want to see you cook,” I said breathlessly.
“I’ll make you an omelet tomorrow morning.”
My lips puckered into a pout and he was on me before I could blink. The strength left my knees, but as though he now expected the crippling effect that he had on me, his hands gripped my body and held me in place.
His tongue tangled with mine, sucking, stroking and teasing, coaxing the ache that had been constantly simmering through my veins even at the mere thought of him all day, into raging fire. I couldn’t get enough of him as I lifted my leg so I could grind my tormented sex against his hard bulge. Red, hot lust raged in the pit of my stomach.
“Brent,” I whispered, as his warm wet tongue slid over the delicate skin at the base of my neck.
He finished the tease with a lingering kiss. “You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmured, as he fondled my swollen breasts, drawing my nipples into his mouth, and sucking hard through the light fabric of my t-shirt.
