Page 73 of Duty and Desire
Laugh while walking across the kitchen to her, dropping to his knees and shoving his face under that lace.
“I’ll make mine after you have yours,” he replied.
“Coffee after whitening strips,”Coffee after whitening thtripth. “Least twenty more minutes. I’ll make yours now. Cream?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, leaning a hip against the counter opposite where she was and watching her move around her kitchen.
He hoped dressing came after whitening strips too.
“Sugar?”
“No.”
“Good boy,” she murmured, opening a cover and grabbing a big clear bowl filled with pods.
He didn’t want to be her good boy.
He wanted to be hergood boy.
She turned to him. “I do natural cream. I try not to fill my body with too many chemicals.”
Just strap them on your teeth and slather them on your face.
He did not say that.
He dipped his chin.
She got the coffee brewing, turned and leaned her back against the counter.
“Egg white omelet with herbs, mushrooms and manchego. Turkey sausages. Hash browns. You wanna change your mind about breakfast?”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
His stomach nearly growled.
He just nodded once.
She gave him a foggy-toothed smile and set about moving around the kitchen again, getting out skillets, bowls, a whisk.
Apparently, she was going to cook in that nightie.
Thank Christ for the goo on her face.
Before she really got down to business, she handed him his coffee and announced she was taking away the only defense he had by declaring, “I gotta wash this off my face. I’ll get on it when I come back.”
And then she was strutting out of the room.
The goo was going.
Terrific.
Mo pulled air into his nose and assessed the situation.
He’d locked up last night.
She had a security system.
It was on for doors and windows.
