Page 51 of Unforeseen Love

“Breakfast,” he says, carrying the plates over to the table.

I join him and place his coffee on the coaster by his plate.

“Thank you,” I say, and avert my eyes. Something about how he openly appraises me has me wanting to run and hide. It’s unsettling how vulnerable he makes me feel with just one look.

“You look nice,” he says, and my eyes dart to his.

I swallow down my bite of food and clear my throat. “Hmm, thank you, I think.” It’s just my casual work attire I wear under my protective clothing when I’m embalming.

“You don’t like compliments, do you?”

It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s always nice to receive praise, it’s just something I’m not used to hearing.

“Something like that,” I say, not sure how to take this side of Theo.

He smiles, and not the usual condescending one when he’s trying to get a rise out of me either. It’s genuine. “Well, best you start getting used to them, Sienna Morgan, because I foresee plenty more of them in your future.”

I don’t know how to respond, so instead, I concentrate on eating this buttery, fluffy goodness. I’m surprised at how good of a cook he is––to be honest, much better than me, for sure.

I swear he finishes his in like three bites, but I’ve always been a slow eater, and yet he places his fork down and waits patiently as I eat mine. He doesn’t have to do that, and I almost want to question him about it, but I find myself enjoying the comfortable quiet of his company.

It worries me how quick I’ve come to enjoy his presence and not just the mind-blowing sex we recently shared. It’s more than that––even before, I was growing used to him being here. I was shocked to find the seclusion I used to crave isn’t as strong as it used to be.

“What has you blushing like that?” he asks, pushing his seat back as he rises to his feet and reaches for my plate.

“Nothing,” I reply, not ready to elaborate.

Walking backwards, he raises an eyebrow. “Keep your secrets, Morticia. I look forward to fucking them right out of you.”

His words not only take me off guard but have my lower belly squirming with excitement at the prospect of him doing just that, and again, I’m not sure how to deal with that revelation.

Winking, he spins on his heels, and I finally form a response.

“In your dreams,” I call out to his retreating back.

His shoulders rise and fall as he lets out a gruff laugh. “If you say so, beautiful.”

I shake my head and finish my coffee before carrying our mugs into the kitchen.

He holds out his hands, covered in washing up suds, and takes them from me. Yet another thing about him I wouldn’t have expected is he’s quite domesticated. I’ve had boyfriends in the past who could barely put the toilet seat down after missing the bowl. And yet, he does clean up after himself. This is probably a compliment coming from me, seeing as, let’s just say, I’m very particular about cleanliness. A thought which takes me straight back to last night and him taking care of me. I’ve never felt so exposed before, and it’s both disconcerting and exhilarating at the same time.

“Thanks for breakfast,” I say when I realise I’ve just been standing here like a plank.

He turns his face and smiles. “You’re more than welcome.”

And just like that, my cheeks begin to heat. No one has ever made me blush the way he does, and this will become a real problem.

ChapterThirty-Two

Theo

I laugh under my breath as Sienna walks away with a dazed expression, loving how it's because of me. Shaking off the excess water, I leave the mugs on the drainer and get ready for work and let out a heavy sigh. I hate how this pandemic doesn't allow mourners to pay their respects to loved ones the way they wish they could. I feel guilty. How do you choose just ten people to attend a funeral? We have been proactive, of course, with zoom capabilities, but still, even I'll admit the situation is heart-breaking.

Once in the shower, my mind wanders to being with Sienna last night and how much I wanted her again this morning. I physically ached from the need, and if it wasn't for fear of coming on too strong, I would have loved to have woken her up with my dick buried deep inside her, or my tongue fucking her pussy until she woke. I sure as hell hope there will be a repeat. I don't think it's possible to ever get my fill, not where she's concerned, and now I've had a taste, what I wouldn't give to feast on her every fucking day.

Today, I'm wearing a black suit because we have a service later this afternoon. And as the funeral director, I want to cater to the clientele. Though I don't have a strict dress code for the rest of the staff, I insist their attire are grey or dark blue suits and muted colour ties, along with black dress shoes and black belts for my male team. Female staff tend to wear trousers or skirts, with a blouse and shoes, no sling backs or open toes. It's probably the only difference I implemented since Uncle Ewan handed over the reins.

I've been snowed under with obituaries all morning, and my stomach growls.

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