Page 22 of Good Enough

Even though she couldn’t see his eyes, he appeared dazed.

Mesmerized by the sight of what he had uncovered.

His lips pursed, and as she felt cool air blow onto her center, she closed her eyes, she arched her back—

Suddenly, Justin Timberlake and Timbaland burst into her world.

With a groan, Kai groped blindly for her phone to stop the blaring music. Not for the last time, she vowed to change her alarm to something much more soothing. She pulled the pillow from under her head to cover it instead and drifted almost immediately back to sleep.

Moments later, the ringtone began again. Her brain muzzily connected that it wasn’t the alarm but instead the phone ringing. With a groan, she fumbled for the phone, bringing it under the pillow to her ear as she answered.

“That was a really good dream you woke me up from, so whoever this is, there better be a good reason for waking me up.”

“Why is your voice so muffled?”

“Because my head's under my pillow, where any normal human being’s should be at this ungodly hour of the day.”

“Somebody’s cranky.” There was a pause. “A really good dream, huh?” The voice turned curious and suggestive. “Care to share?”

Underneath the pillow, her eyes flew open to register that just under its edge, she could see the bright sunlight coming in through the slats of her shutters. Kai jackknifed into a sitting position, the pillow flying across the room, knocking several photo frames and who knew what else from the dresser onto the floor.

Holy fuck, it’s him! That ringtone was a warning so you could act cool and collected when he called. Obviously, that didn’t work. Fuck, fuck, mother-mother-fuck.

“Wa-Waters?”

“No sharing? Damn. Can’t have been that good then.” He paused again. “Or maybe it was so—”

“What do you want, Waters?” she interrupted him. “And it better be good or, although you could probably kill me six hundred ways with a napkin, I’ll go Angry Birds on your ass the next time I see you.”

“Well, ‘chirp chirp’ to you, too, Mama Bird. I’m not sure what constitutes ‘good,’ but you were the one who told me that you’d be in by eight, so I thought—”

“Oh my god, what time is it?!” Kai struggled to untangle herself from the bedding, nearly falling out of bed trying to exit it.

“Kubrick, relax! It’s six o’clock.”

Her hand to her heart, her breath soughing in and out in panic strokes, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. “What the hell, Waters?”

She heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. “Well, if I can tear you away from your really good dream, I thought we could have breakfast.”

“Breakfast.”

“Breakfast,” he confirmed. “You know, the first meal of the day. Usually involves coffee, orange juice, eggs, cereal, pancakes, and bacon. Some combination of those items.”

“You want to have breakfast.”

“Yep.”

“With me?”

“Yep.”

“I won’t be tearing you away from anyone you’d rather be doing? AnyTHING!” she corrected quickly. “AnyTHING you’d rather be doing.”

Just kill me now. Maybe I can blame that slip of the lip on the fact that he woke me up? He doesn’t need to know he was the central star of the best sex dream of all time. Or that it was a sex dream. Yeah. Best he doesn’t know that either. In fact, forget about it yourself.

“Mmm… nope. Only pussy out here is Zoe, and she’s probably not looking for the same type of breakfast I had in mind.”

“Excuse me?!”

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