Page 50 of Rich and Bossy

Perfect, is what I’m saying. Ripped abs and chiseled chest, but not so hardcore you see veins running everywhere. Just very nice lines.

Are you done thinking about his body?

I glance back over at him carrying the food.

Nope.

I’ve got to get my life together.

He grins at the sight of me. “Was wondering when you’d wake up.”

“Sorry. Last night took a toll.”

Very smooth, Hazel.

What time is it? There’s no alarm clock in here, and my phone is... somewhere. I can’t remember what happened to it. Everything goes sort of fuzzy after the first time he kissed me out in the living room.

“I’m sure you’ll recover,soon.”

The way he says soon at the end of that sends goosebumps all over my body once more.

He snickers, obviously pleased with the affect he’s having on me as he sets the tray on the bed.

The sight of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast has me sitting up in a hurry.

“This looks awesome.” I haven’t eaten anything since a sandwich during the game yesterday, and I’m starving. A night’s worth of hot sex will do that to you too.

“Eat as much as you want.” He hands me a plate.

I take it gratefully, dipping the fork into the eggs without hesitation. They’re buttery and tangy and I’m going to need more. I’m also going to need to know how he made them like this.

Right now, though, there are more important questions. Like where do we go from here? There’s no awkwardness between us, no tension, but the question is still at the front of my mind as we eat.

Well, asIeat. “Aren’t you hungry?” I quickly realize there’s only one plate, and now I feel selfish for hogging it.

“I had some toast while I was cooking. Go on, eat up.” He seems content to watch me, which is both sweet and slightly unnerving.

“Is this goat cheese in the eggs?” I ask between bites.

“Wow, nice palate for a working-class lady. Yes, I did add some.” Suddenly, his cheeks darken. “I should’ve asked first. You aren’t allergic or something are you?” His concern is adorable.

“No, and they’re fantastic.”

Stop being sweet, Paxton! I’m supposed to hate you!

This was hate sex!

Sure it was.

I’m actually a little embarrassed at how quickly I clear the plate in front of me, but it tastes so freaking good, and I’m so hungry. “You sure you don’t want some?” There’s like one bite left, and I laugh when I realize what I just asked.

“It’s fine. I’m perfectly content watching you enjoy my eggs.”

“Okay.” I finish the last bite.

He takes the empty plate from me, placing it on the tray which he lowers to the floor. I can’t help but wonder what’s coming next. We’re going to have to talk about things, aren’t we?

Obviously, I’m going to have to be the one to start this. “Look... I think we need to...”

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