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I can’t believe I came on to Dante like that! He gave me two explosive orgasms but didn’t get off himself. I’m not quite sure what to think about that. I know he was turned on. I felt his hard dick straining in his pants.
Was he trying to be a gentleman and not take advantage of me since I was a bit drunk?
Snorting, I toss the covers aside and sit up. The snort turns into a groan as my head threatens to pound out of my skull. Cupping my head with both hands, I sit on the side of the bed for a couple of minutes, taking deep breaths until I feel safe enough to stand without toppling over.
First stop, shower, then it’s straight to the kitchen for a nice, big, hot cup of coffee. I don’t drink very often, and this hangover is one of the reasons why.
After showering and getting dressed for the day in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I head toward the kitchen. Then stop dead in my tracks. I’ve spent most of my time here alone in the penthouse and I wasn’t expecting to see Dante. Especially after last night.
But here he is, standing at the counter pouring two cups of hot coffee. The aroma tickles my nose and calls me toward the brew. He looks up when I’m close and although he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t frown either, so that’s something, I guess.
Heat climbs my throat and spreads across my cheeks. God, this is so embarrassing! I drop my eyes from his face, not wanting to see censorship or disappointment in his gaze after how I behaved last night. Unfortunately, my gaze goes to his hands where he’s holding out a coffee cup to me and I can’t help but think about the pleasure those hands brought me last night.
“How did you sleep?” Dante’s deep voice sends shivers down my spine. After swallowing thickly and forcing myself to gain some kind of control over my wayward thoughts, I look up and smile.
“Like a baby,” I say, and take the proffered cup of coffee, holding it between both hands.
He nods and takes a sip of his own. “I’ll be at the office most of the day, but I’ll bring something back for dinner. Do you have any preferences?”
I guess now that he’s back, those one-person meals he was having delivered aren’t going to cut it anymore.
I shake my head with a soft laugh. “Not really. It’s too early to be thinking about dinner anyway.”
A slight smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, which amazes me. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen a genuine smile from him, and although this isn’t a full ear-to-ear grin, it’s something.
I half-expect him to say something about last night. Maybe even make a sarcastic comment. But he doesn’t. Part of me is glad he doesn’t, but at the same time… I’m conflicted.
Is he mad he didn’t get off? Or bothered that I acted the way I did?
My mind simply refuses to shut off as I watch him stand silently at the kitchen island, sipping his coffee as he scrolls through his phone. It’s as if the Dante in front of me is completely different from the one who brought me here.
After finishing his coffee, Dante rinses out the cup and puts it in the dishwasher. “See you tonight,” he says, then walks out of the kitchen.
My brow furrows at his nonchalant action, and I find myself even more baffled
He hasn’t even mentioned what happened between us the night before. He’s just walking around, acting as if nothing happened. Though, perhaps that’s for the best after I practically attacked him last night. The memory mortifies me to no end.
I carry my cup to the table and sit down. That wasn’t nearly as awkward as I thought it was going to be.Think positively… Everything's fine. It was just a poor decision after one drink too many.
But is that really what it was? Biting the corner of my lip, I ponder everything. Did what happened between us mean that he cares for me more than he is saying? Does it mean that I care for him more than what I had believed?
No… that’s ridiculous. Now I’m overthinking things.
Taking my time, I try to rid myself of my hangover. I down one coffee after another before grabbing a donut from a pink box on the counter that had been delivered.
Taking a moment to collect myself, I grab the coffee and head towards my studio to start the day. There is still so much to do, and the most time-consuming are the initial studies I desperately need to get done if I want to nail each piece. Though, I’m not sure how far I’ll get feeling like shit.
Not to mention the massive amount of confusion swirling in my mind like a storm on an open sea.
By early evening, I’m still so caught up in perfecting the compositions that I don’t even realize I’ve missed lunch until I hear the front door close. Between my music and endless amounts of coffee, I lost myself in my work like I used to do in my studio back in New Orleans.
I clean up my work area, wash my hands and face, and go into the kitchen where Dante is busy unpacking to-go food.
“Mmm, smells delicious,” I say, walking over to grab plates out of the cupboard. My stomach rumbles in anticipation and Dante shoots me a wry smile.
Roast beef smothered in gravy, broccoli with cheese sauce, garlic bread, and a small green salad. All this time, I have yet to ask him who his caterer is. I really need to do that, because they are divine. We carry our plates to the table and sit across from each other.
I’m so hungry, I dig in and moan in satisfaction. Dante glances at me with a raised eyebrow, his eyes turning hot, but he doesn’t say anything.
