Page 14 of Taming Drew

“I spoke to Kylie, and she’ll bring Freya to you tomorrow afternoon when she takes her kids home. Lily mentioned she won’t be able to find someone to take your place until Sunday afternoon.”

I click on my messages. “Yeah. I see that. Great. Thanks, Mia.”

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s weird being here in his condo. We weren’t friends in high school, and we aren’t friends now.”

“You can tell me all about it when we get together this week for happy hour.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Clanking in the kitchen catches my attention. I glance at the end of the bed to see a t-shirt and drawstring shorts neatly folded with a note saying there are hygiene products in the shower.So, he brought me to bed, left soap and stuff in the shower, and then gave me clean clothes to wear. Somebody needs to talk to him about boundaries, and I’m not going to thank him for his efforts. I use the restroom, noticing the shampoo and soap in the shower.I’ll grab a shower after breakfast.Finger-combing my hair in the mirror, I shrug.I look like I’m doing the walk of shame after a night of no sex. Pfft.I walk down the hall to the kitchen.

Drew is dancing, shirtless, holding a spatula over the stove.Oh my God, he’s hot. Fuck, really make my panties wet, hot. Why does he have to be such a douche canoe?I lean against the counter.I’d love to rub my hands over that muscular back. Crap. What am I thinking? What is wrong with me?The little voice in my head scoffs.You need to get laid.

Drew turns and catches me staring. “Hi.”

I strain to move my eyes from his glorious pecs front and center to the eyes staring at me from the other side of the kitchen counter. “Um.” His chest is better than every men’s underwear billboard I’ve ever seen. And he’s got a hell of a lot more than a six-pack. That’s a twelve-pack leading to a happy trail of hair to his cock, beneath his shorts. I finally peer into his amused eyes.

“Like what you see?”

My mouth opens and closes, unable to respond. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

Drew grins. “You’re so hot for me you’re tongue-tied. That’s sweet.”

“You’re so full of yourself. I’m just tired.”

He chuckles. “Tired, huh? Sure.” He turns and waves his hand over the counter. “I made breakfast. I hope you like to eat. I’m starved.”

“Wow. You can cook?”

“Nah, I don’t cook, but breakfast isn’t that complicated. Take a load off.”

I climb up onto a bar stool and reach for a glass of orange juice. “Thank you for making breakfast.”

“Of course, baby. Let me serve it up.” He places the platter of pancakes next to the bacon, sausage, and eggs on the counter. “Do you want fruit or syrup for your pancakes?”

I use my fork to stab two off the pile. I grab the berry dish and scrape a few onto my plate. “Fruit is good.” I pop a berry into my mouth and savor the sweet taste. “You wouldn’t even have berries if I hadn’t had groceries delivered.”

“Yeah. Thanks for that.”

My eyes drift back to his sculpted chest.What would it be like to run my nails around the muscles?My focus moves to his nipples.I’m surprised he doesn’t have a nipple ring.

Drew laughs. “A nipple ring, huh?”

Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“I’d never desecrate this temple with a piercing.”

“You desecrate it with God knows what else.”

“You’re really interested in my body, aren’t you?”

I chew on the pancake, scrambling in my brain, trying to get out of this conversation. “When was the last time you took pain meds for your head?”

“Not since yesterday. It doesn’t hurt as bad as it did.”

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