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All thoughts of breakfast almost went out of the window at the prospect of a repeat performance. I was about to abandon the pan and pounce, when Mum came back into the kitchen.
“Forgot my keys. Will I see you tonight, Alex?” she asked.
Georgie glanced at me. “I think we’re working, aren’t we?”
Ugh. I’d completely forgotten about our shift tonight. In my head, we’d spend the day together, then end the evening in much the same way we had last night. Not going to happen. I threw some salmon into the eggs to get the omelette finished.
“Okay, well I’m sure I’ll see you around, Georgie.” Mum smiled, although it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Have a good day.” She picked up her keys and headed out again.
Georgie busied herself finding plates, knives and forks and set the kitchen table. “I could get used to having breakfast cooked for me every day.” She came up behind me and pressed her tits against my back, hands sliding around my waist and locking in place.
I could get used to you doing this every day.
She smelled of citrus shower gel. My dick stirred at her close contact. If she kept this up, we weren’t going to get any food. I weighed the options in my mind, ignore breakfast and take her over the kitchen table, or…
“Is that burning?” She went up on her tiptoes and peered over my shoulder down at the pan.
“Shit.” Immediately, I moved it off the heat hoping the omelette wasn’t ruined.
Georgie took a step back. “His fine dining menu is excellent, yet he ruins eggs.” She let out a yelp of laughter. “Some chef you are.”
I twisted around to face her and clutched a hand to my chest in mock hurt. “How could you wound me like that? If you weren’t distracting me, they wouldn’t have burned.”
Her eyes glittered with a mixture of desire and mischief. “Me? Distract you? How could I possibly do that?”
I raked a gaze over her from head to toe. “I can think of a few ways.”
The doorbell rang, breaking the moment. I debated not answering, then cursed when it rang again. No doubt Mum had some delivery she was waiting on. Why she didn’t get things delivered to the hotel, I’d never know.
“You should get that.” Disappointment echoed in Georgie’s tone. “And then I should probably get going. I’ve got some stuff to do before work.”
We headed out of the kitchen together. Georgie scurried up the stairs and I went to the front door, the happy bubble of the morning well and truly burst.
21
Georgie
I could easily have spentthe day with Alex. In bed, out of bed, whatever. Despite my intentions of wanting to take things slowly, not get involved too quickly, I knew it was too late.
I’d fallen and fallen hard.
After last night, I knew I wanted him for more than just a fling. But I had to walk away for the sake of my fragile, easily bruised heart.
Once I’d got my stuff from his room, I popped into the kitchen and said a quick goodbye before making my escape. I couldn’t get over the sadness in his eyes when I declared I had to go. Before I changed my mind, I left his house and walked back to mine. In comparison to the Kane’s house, which felt welcoming and homely, Gran’s house —my house— was cold and empty.
I went upstairs to the bedroom and stripped off my coat, which had protected my modesty on the walk home, and pulled Alex’s hoodie over my head, clutching it to my nose and inhaling the lingering scent of his aftershave. Memories of his mouth between my legs made me close my eyes and almost moan out loud. Why did I leave? I was such an idiot. Finding clean clothes, I dressed quickly and headed downstairs for some food.
My fridge held little joy. A fruit yoghurt, some bread and a box of unidentified leftovers from the restaurant. I shoved the bread into the toaster and polished off the yoghurt while I waited for the toast to be ready. I made a coffee, plastered butter all over the toast and went into the living room. While I ate, I put the television on for background noise and checked my phone.
Darcy: Happy birthday sis! Hope you had the best night! X
Ems: You HAVE to fill me in on all the gossip…what happened after you and Alex left??? xxx
Mum: Hope you had a lovely party, Georgie. Darcy filled me in on the surprise. How thoughtful of your friend. Speak soon about the mother’s hen party. Lots of love.
There were several other messages from my Bristol friends wishing me a happy birthday. I fired off a bunch of polite ‘thank you’ texts, then turned my attention to the three that were most important to me.
My mum’s message made me smile. I replied to say thanks and fobbed Darcy off saying I’d speak to her later.
