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“I told her to fuck off,” he said. “And to never show her face ever again. Every few years, I’d try to get back on the dating market, but I could see it in their eyes. The eyes never lied. Full of greed. The hunger for the green. I could do no wrong as long as I spent an absurd amount of cash on them. They didn’t care about me.”
“I can’t stand anyone who wants to rely on someone else’s money. If you want something, go out and get it yourself. Don’t these people have any pride?”
Steven ran his fingers along my forearm, trailing little circles. “When Kenny said you refused to marry him even though he was a billionaire, I allowed myself to cling to a glimmer of hope that you weren’t like Barb or most of the other women I’ve been around.”
I wasn’t. But there was no way to prove it to him. And there was no way for him to prove he wasn’t like my dad. Except with time. I guess you really couldn’t ever know for sure who the person you were seeing really was unless you spent more time with them, opening up, peeling back the layers, and deepening your affection for each other. Trust wasn’t automatic or absolute. And it wasn’t earned either, as most people said. There were different levels to trusting someone. It was meant to be discovered in layers.
We stayed intertwined on the couch and talked most of the night away, about our pasts, our fears, and our dreams. Opening up to each other. One layer at a time. Slowly revealing our hearts, building trust.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee woke me from my sleep. I rolled over on the silk sheets, my eyes still shut, the same mantra as yesterday, the day before, and the day before that playing on repeat in my mind.
Please be real. Please be real. Please be real.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Steven said.
I grinned as I sprawled out across the king-sized mattress. I let out a huge sigh as the manifestation of my morning mantras walked into the bedroom. My toes curled as giddiness spread through my body, and I opened my eyes.
My boss, standing by the bed, held a breakfast tray. I took in all the sights and wonder of this man. His salt-and-pepper hair was disheveled, so uncharacteristic for someone who was always immaculately groomed. He hadn’t shaved in four days—at my insistence—so the five o’clock shadow had grown into a proper sexy scruff over his square jaw.
Strong, broad shoulders and muscular biceps flexed under the weight of the tray. An apron, sporting a cartoon of Ratatouille holding a wooden spoon, covered the rest of his yummy body parts. The fabric hugged his torso but bulged below the waist.
Someone was excited to see me!
As was our custom every morning for the past four days, I sat up and let the sheet slide from my naked breasts to my lap. I looked up into the sexiest, piercing green eyes I’d ever seen. “Morning, Loverboy.”
He set the tray on my lap, leaned in for a kiss, and gave one of my boobs a tender squeeze hello.
“Today, I’ve decided to spoil you. Waffles with maple syrup. The real stuff from the best maple farm in Vermont. Not the cheap imitation crap.” He sat on the edge of the mattress. “Powdered with cinnamon and icing sugar. I diced the fruit the way you like it, in extra-small pieces, and the orange juice is freshly squeezed and organic.”
My eyes devoured the feast before me. I was salivating. But first I needed a sip of that coffee.
“Where’s my—”
“You’ll get your coffee after you drink your orange juice. I want you to have some healthy liquids in your system before you get your caffeine fix.”
The waffles were sweet deliciousness and melted in my mouth. I moaned as I savored the delights laid out before me, prepared by my man.
Steven, with a smile as sweet as the waffles, watched me eat.
“What about you?” I asked.
“I nibbled while cooking. I’m saving space for dessert.” He waggled his eyebrows and gave my other boob her hello squeeze.
I burst out laughing. Juice, saliva, and syrup splattered across the sheets, and to my horror, onto Steven.
“I’m so sorry.” I put the tray down and scooted to the side of the bed. “Let me get—”
“Stop!” He caught my wrist and tugged me to him. “Stay. It’s fine.” He removed the apron and wiped his face and arms.
I hid my face in my hands. “That was so gross. I can’t believe I did that.”
He chuckled, which made me feel slightly less mortified. The bed shook from his laughter. “Laura. You’re overreacting. Eat your breakfast.”
I peeked through my fingers to see his expression.
Amusement. Desire.
Lowering my glance to his six-pack abs, I licked my lips. His hard cock stared up at me. I happily stared back.
