Page 38 of Tempting All The Way

“Babe, it’s time to wake up,” I whisper in her ear, kissing down her neck.

“Mmm, what time is it?” she mumbles.

“Eleven fifteen. Come on, I’ve made you breakfast.” I smile as her arms close around my neck and pull me closer.

“Are you breakfast, because that’s a meal I could get used to waking up to,” she says, way more cheery than I would be after a drunken night out.

“As much as I’d love to feed you my cock, you need to eat actual food. Come on, sit up.” I pry her arms from my neck and hop off the bed.

Shardonnay’s eyes open, and her bottom lip pops out. “I object,” she says as she sits upright, tugging the sheet with her to cover her chest.

“On what grounds?” I ask her with a smile.

“On the grounds that you’re the best thing I’ve tasted, and I’d much rather be fed you.” She smirks.

“Overruled.” Laughing, I grab the tray and place it next to her on the bed. “Trust me, you need food in your stomach.”

She picks up the glass of juice, takes one sip, and sets it back on the tray. “How did I get naked? And here?” she asks.

“You don’t remember last night?”

“I remember being out with Lucy and drinking.”

“Do you remember getting arrested?”

“What? No, I didn’t,” she says. “Did I…? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Did I call you? Shit. I’m sorry.”

My brows draw down. She really doesn’t remember. “You didn’t call me. Lucy did. But you should have called me, Shardonnay.”

“Oh, is Lucy okay? Where is she?” she asks.

“She went home.”

“Oh…” she lets her sentence trail off before reaching for a piece of toast.

“You’re naked because I had to help you shower after you vomited for about thirty minutes.”

Shardonnay’s eyes bulge out of her head. “No! Please, God, tell me you’re joking. I didn’t vomit in front of you.”

“You did. It was bloody disgusting,” I tell her. Redness creeps up her neck and face. “Don’t worry, babe. Even covered in vomit, you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you…?” she questions.

“How are you feeling? There’s paracetamol there if you need it.” I point to the tablets.

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“No hangover?”

“Nope.”

“Good. Because we have some things to discuss, once you’ve finished your toast and have gotten dressed.” I stand and walk into the closet. I need to get some clothes on myself. Dropping the towel on the floor, I take my time. I need to pull myself together. I need to figure out what I’m going to say to her. I don’t want to scare her away, but she needs to know I’m in this for good. I pull out a pair of jeans and a black V-neck shirt.

By the time I walk back out, Shardonnay is finished eating. “I’m really sorry that I troubled you last night. It won’t happen again,” she says.

I ignore her words. Because if I acknowledge them right now, I know I’ll make a dick of myself. They fucking piss me off. She thinks she troubled me? Fuck that. Instead, I point to the chair on the opposite side of the room.

“There are some clothes there for you. Get dressed and come find me in the living room when you’re ready.” I don’t wait for her reply, turn, and walk out the door. I spend ten minutes pacing the floor of my living room before she stands in the doorway, her fingers wringing together.

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