Page 22 of Hot in Witch City
“Because this can’t go anywhere.” I motioned between us. “I’m not interested in dating or any form of a relationship. I don’t know why anyone settles for mundane monogamy.” When I found my bra and panties, I put them on. The stockings I rolled into a ball. No way was I dealing with sliding those babies on right now.
“Oh, I’ll find a way to keep things interesting and far from routine,” he proposed with a devilish grin.
My awareness was drawn to my lady parts. No, I couldn’t encourage this. Grabbing my dress off the floor, I slid it over my head and down my body. “I need to go.”
Sebastian stood, stark naked and fully erect. “Let me make you breakfast first.”
I avoided drooling over his promising thick length. “What are you going to do with that thing? Use it as a spatula?”
He chuckled. “We can experiment with it however you’d like.”
I bit my lip. Damn, that offer was tempting.
“What would you like?” Sebastian asked. “An omelet, pancakes? I have it all.” He pulled on some boxer shorts.
Breakfast did sound good. I was hungry after last night, and Sebastian was a good cook.
He had roommates, though, and I didn't want to face any awkward conversations in the kitchen. I should have asked him to come to my place instead. In my urgency to escape, I really hadn’t thought things through.
“Pancakes,” I replied. "If we can avoid any conversations with your roommates.”
Sebastian pulled on a pair of blue flannel lounge pants and then arched a brow. “Are you ashamed of being here with me?” he teased.
“I don't want to deal with any speculation this morning.”
“Got it.” He pulled out his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Lucas. He said he wasn’t coming home last night. I want to make sure. If Diego is even here, he’ll be sleeping until late morning.”
Once he confirmed that we had the place to ourselves, I used the bathroom to freshen up, and Sebastian went downstairs to start breakfast.
The scent of cooking bacon wafted up the stairs and my mouth watered.
Several minutes later, I sat across from him at the dining room table, lamenting that he was now dressed as I would have enjoyed the view. He’d piled pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sliced bananas onto plates for each of us and poured us each a mug of steaming coffee.
Staying for breakfast was a good idea. Perhaps I should have taken him up on starting the day with another round in bed.
While I chewed some scrambled eggs, I thought about my mother. Was I even ready to talk to her yet?
“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked. “You prefer your eggs a different way?”
“No, they’re delicious.” I exhaled. “It’s just something on my mind.”
“Like last night.” He nodded with a sage expression. “It was that woman, right?”
I recoiled. “You saw her?”
“I was nearby and saw how she upset you. When she walked away, that’s when I came to see if you were all right.”
And I’d pretty much jumped his bones. Or more like his muscular body since this burly shifter didn’t have a bony angle on him. I sighed. Again. One more time and I could be crowned the queen of drama.
“Yes, she’s the reason I was disturbed,” I admitted.
“Who is she?”
I grunted. Was that a step up from another sigh? “My long-lost mother.”
