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He led her inside the house to where a breakfast spread was laid out on the dining table. Her eyes fell on the pitcher of orange juice, and she beamed at him. She filled a glass for herself and took a sip.
“So yum,” she said, licking her lips.
He stared at her, unable to take his gaze off her lush mouth and those nude lips.
“I love juice.”
He rolled his eyes. “I think I know that by now. You’re always drinking it.”
She shifted closer to him and tapped his temple with a finger. “It delights me to know that I live in your head, rent free.”
“Damn, your sass is so sexy!”
She smiled and filled her plate with scrambled eggs and toast, while he poured himself a cup of tea.
She looked at the cup, then at him. “You drink a lot of green tea.”
“It soothes me.” He pointed to the teabag. “I get a bit cranky if I don’t have it or if this particular brand is not in stock. I like this brand only.”
“So fussy, and that too about green tea.” She chuckled and offered him a platter of fruit. “Eat.”
He dropped a few pieces of fruit on his plate and proceeded to take some sugar-dusted buns too.
“Earlier, you said that my being here is new for your staff. What did you mean by that?” she asked, distracting him.
He lifted a shoulder and dropped it. “You’re the first woman who’s ever spent the night in my bed, so obviously, it’s going to be new for them.”
She stared at him, her mouth opening and closing. Finally, she licked her lips and looked away. It was an important admission, and obviously, she’d understood it. But it was the truth.
He watched her play with her food, her fork moving back and forth across her plate. He held her hand. “Are you okay after last night?”
Her cheeks pinkened prettily. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“Then you should eat. Get your stamina up for what I’ve planned next.”
Her blush darkened, and her lips quivered. “What have you planned next?”
“I’m certain you will like it…in fact, I can bet you’ll love it.”
She gulped. “Will I?”
He arched a brow. “It involves you getting messy and wet.”
A shaky breath escaped her lips. He chuckled. She was adorably flustered.
Jiya glared at him. “If you want to have sex again, just say it right out. Don’t beat around the bush and thus enjoy seeing me rattled. I’m new to this; you’re not.”
“I do like seeing you rattled. But, Jiya, I never said anything about sex.” He leaned forward and traced a finger down her rosy cheek, caressing her neck, dipping his wandering finger into the buttons of her shirt and stroking the line of her cleavage. “Though now that you’ve said it...”
She threw a grape at him. He chuckled. She threw another grape, and he burst out laughing. He tossed a salad leaf from the platter at her. It landed on her head. She gave him a disgusted look, flicked it away and threw a glazed bun at him. It bounced from his throat to the floor. He threw a strawberry at her. She blinked as it fell inside her shirt, right down her cleavage. Her face tipped into a smile, and she burst out laughing.
He laughed with her, tossing more strawberries at her. Soon they were having a full-blown food fight, throwing breadsticks and cheese cubes and whatnot at each other, both of them laughing loudly. His housekeeper entered the dining room and took one look at them, laughing and playing and backed away. Except for those times when his family visited him, it was rare for his house to be filled with laughter like this.
Jiya stood. She picked a cheese cube from his t-shirt collar and popped it into his mouth. He pushed his chair back and let her settle astride him, both of them gathering their breaths.
Jiya wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her eyes over him. “You look good in these riding clothes. So formal. So sexy.”
She angled her head. “You know, now that I think of it, I’ve only ever seen you formally dressed. Do you even own a pair of jeans?”
