Page 26 of Love In The Air

“Hm, that’s shitty. You deserve better, Iz.”

She ducked her head to hide a smile. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to make you breakfast in bed or anything.”

“I’m not in bed,” he said with a grin. “You are. So, what’ll it be?”

He was going to cook her breakfast? Who the hell was Chance O’Brien, really?

It wasn’t fair of her to make assumptions about the man’s dating style. Not that they were dating. They weren’t. They just hooked up. Once. But she never expected him to be the stick around, make breakfast kind of guy. Or maybe that was simply her presumptions about the man because she’d disliked him for so long.

“You can cook, right?” She narrowed her eyes, suspicion clouding her voice. “This isn’t some long con to burn my kitchen down or anything, is it?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he moved to her refrigerator. “So suspicious, Iz.”

Of him? Always.

Just because they had sex didn’t mean she was ready to move him into the trustworthy category of her life. They had years of messing with each other behind them. A few amazing orgasms did not erase history like that.

“Why do you have nothing but expired milk and butter in here?”

“I don’t eat a lot of meals at home. Cooking for one is…not really worth it.” She made plenty of baked good for her friends at the studio but cooking for herself felt kind of…lonely.

“You don’t cook at all, it seems. It’s not healthy to eat out every meal, Iz. You should really think about what you put into your body. Junk food every now and then is okay but eating out for every meal isn’t good for you.”

A growl escaped her as irritation burned in her chest. There was the Chance she knew, the guy who thought he knew best. So nice of him to show his head again and remind her why this had been a one and done type deal.

Tossing back the covers, she grabbed her robe from the hook on the wall and covered herself. Tying the knot tighter than necessary, she scooped up Chance’s clothing from the night before that were scattered all over her floor.

“Here,” she said, shoving the bundle against his chest. “Get dressed and get out.”

“You’re kicking me out?” he asked with an arched brow.

“We’re done here and as you said, I have no food for you to cook so there’s no reason for you to stay.”

His gaze flittered over her shoulder to the bed in the corner and back to her. “So…that’s it? It’s out of our system? Just one night, is it?”

She nodded. “Yup. I think we’re good.”

Her body screamed, calling her a liar. One and done was not going to satisfy her. She wanted Chance again and again. Which was why she was kicking him out. A fun night in the sack was one thing but getting involved with him would be a terrible idea.

He stood there, gaze searching her face for endless minutes. Finally, he shrugged and started pulling his clothing on.

“Okay, I guess. Sure I can’t take you out for breakfast? You gotta eat, Iz.”

What was with his obsession with her diet this morning?

“I have protein shakes in the cupboard. I have to get some work done before rehearsal anyway, so, thanks for the orgasms and see you tonight.”

He made a half laugh, half grunt sound as she practically pushed him out the door.

“You’re welcome I guess, but shouldn’t we talk about—”

The rest of his words were muffled as she shut the door in his face, calling out, “Bye, Chance.”

“Bye, Iz.” His farewell greeting was tinged with humor.

She listened to his footsteps retreating down the hallway, a slight pinch of guilt smacking her in the chest for the way she shoved him out of her apartment. Not great day-after behavior, but she’d panicked. She moved into the kitchen area of her apartment, noticing the full coffee pot. Chance must have made it while she was still sleeping.

“Crap.” Guilt moved from her chest to settle in her gut. She grabbed her phone from its charger and fire off a text.

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