Page 46 of The Arrogant One
“Back to what I was saying. I won’t wake you unless you want me to. Or unless you want breakfast. In that case, I’ll serve it to you in bed.”
“In bed?”
“Of course.”
The air she exhaled was filled with pleasure. “Hands down, the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me. So is the thought that you can cook.”
“Listen, I’m not the best cook I know—that spot is reservedfor a few of my family members—but I can hold my own in the kitchen.”
“Same. I’ll never be as good as my mother, but I can also hold my own.”
I took out the bread and went to the pantry to grab peanut butter and honey, along with some dates. “You’re going to get a taste of my cooking tonight.”
“I can’t wait.” I could hear her smile.
I set everything on the counter, and since I didn’t believe in speakerphone—the most annoying setting ever made—and I needed both hands to finish this breakfast, I said, “I’m going to let you go back to bed. I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.”
“See you soon.”
Sadie
Let’s say I was going to ignore what you said and bring a dessert. Is there a flavor you’re dead set against?
Me
Ah, she’s awake and caffeinated.
Sadie
LOL. I’m two coffees AND an energy drink deep.
Me
Jesus. Are you all right?
Sadie
You mean, am I on the verge of a heart attack? Nope. I’m perfectly good, I promise.
Me
Good. I don’t want you dying on me, Sadie. Not when things are just getting started …
Sadie
I like the sound of that—the just getting started part, not the dying, ha ha.
Back to the flavor question. What are your hates?
Me
Lemon. Yeah, nothing lemon sounds good to me.
Sadie
Does that mean you don’t have a favorite?
Me
