Page 52 of Bad & Bossy

“Well, most mornings I barely have time for a bagel before Drew starts up so bacon is a goddamn luxury,” she chuckled. Her face pressed against the side of my bare chest, warming me with her skin while chilling me with the cold of her damp hair. I only pulled her in tighter.

“Then you’ll be even more excited to learn that there are frozen hash browns in the oven.”

“Mmm, I love hash browns.”

“Eggs?” I offered. “I’ve got so many damn eggs. Bobby keeps buying them.”

She lifted her chin, poking me with it in the side of my pec as she looked up at me. “I could go for some eggs.”

I planted a quick kiss against her cheek before slipping out of her embrace. “Scrambled? Sunny side up? Fried?” I asked, fishing out the pack from the refrigerator.

“Scrambled with cheese, if you’re capable.” Her wicked little grin as she hopped her ass up onto the counter had my cock twitching in my pajama bottoms. Don’t.

I grabbed a pack of pre-grated cheddar and dropped it onto the counter next to her. “So picky.”

“Just wait until Costa Rica,” she giggled. “I’m not exactly good with foreign foods. I’ll eat Mexican once in a blue moon, but even then, I’m happy with just a quesadilla.”

Grabbing a fresh pan from the cabinet, I cranked up the gas burner and got started on her cheesy scrambled eggs. “So you’re coming then?”

She leaned back against the varnished wood cabinet behind her, bare legs dangling over the edge of the counter. I couldn’t stop myself from placing an absent-minded hand on her thigh, just enough to feel her softness. “Mm-hm,” she grinned.

The more I considered Dana bringing Drew, the more I found myself excited for the trip. It would be interesting to see her in her true element outside of work, and I’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of me that wanted to meet the little guy, especially after meeting Brody. I only hoped he didn’t scream his head off the entire flight. “Does Drew have a passport?”

She nodded. “I applied for one a few days after he was born. Lottie had been talking about a trip up to Canada with just us and our kids, so I got one just in case.” Her little smile tripled in force, almost taking up the entirety of her face. “You should see the picture on it. He’s just a wrinkly little thing.”

Shoving my hand into the cheese packet and tossing a load into the pan, I glanced at her for approval. She shook her head and pushed the packet back into my hands. So picky.

“Will the tickets you bought work for him?” she asked. Still unhappy with the amount of cheese I’d given her, she tipped the packet upside down over the pan, emptying the entire contents.

“Tickets?”

“Yeah. For the flights.”

“Baby,” I chuckled, resuming my grasp on her thigh and squeezing it. “You’re not flying commercial.”

She blinked at me, the empty cheese packet hanging limply in her hand. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll fly with me,” I said simply. I took it from her grasp and tossed it aside, creeping my other hand up her thigh just a little more. “You don’t need a ticket for that.”

“Cole.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I cooed, taking the pan off the heat so I could give her my full attention. “A few others are flying with me as well. I doubt anyone will ask questions.”

Her brows came together as I slotted my hips between her knees, for once looking up at her instead of down. “Who else?”

“Just a handful of executives.”

“And no one will find it weird that a tour guide is joining you?”

Her body quivered as my fingers ghosted the warmth between her thighs. “If they do, they can take it up with me.”

“But they’ll?—”

I pressed my lips to hers, preventing her from saying anything else and did my absolute best not to fuck her next to the burning stove.

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Driving her Camry was like trying to control that goddamn horse back at Lottie’s. I wasn’t used to the clunkiness of it. I hadn’t driven something in that bad of shape since I was sixteen, occasionally driving my friend’s cars instead of my own. It didn’t maneuver as easily as my Tesla or my Maybach, but that could have just been a testament to its age.

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