Page 14 of Holiday Unscripted
“Just about,” he says as I walk toward the dark-gray, almost black, island with the double sinks in the middle of it. “I take it the bed was comfortable.”
I nod at him. “I woke up with Baby Cat on my head,” I tell him and he smirks.
“He feels comfortable with you,” he replies to me. “He has never gone in that room before.”
“Good to know,” I mumble. “I thought I was sleeping on his bed at one point.”
“Would you like coffee?” he asks me.
I pull out one of the light-gray fabric stools and slide on it. “I would love coffee,” I answer him as he walks over to the side counter right next to the fridge, where the coffee machine is. Opening the cabinet right on top, he grabs a mug before filling it. “Milk?” he asks me, and I nod my head as he walks to his white fridge with brass handles, pulling it open. The fridge and stove are the same color, matching the top cabinets, but the bottom cabinets are a soft walnut color. The black counters and the backsplash make the colors brighter. Whiskey walks into the kitchen, following Nate around before lying at his feet.
He hands me the coffee and I reach out for it. “Do you want a robe?” he asks me, and my eyebrows pinch together.
“A robe?” I ask him confused as he looks around me but not at me.
“You’re naked,” he explains and I snort.
“I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve seen a naked woman”—I take a sip of the hot coffee and sigh—“but this is actually not naked.”
“I can see right through your tank top.” He looks to the side.
“Oh please.” I look down and see that maybe you can see through it. “They are just nipples.” He looks up at the ceiling. “Everyone has them. If you don’t like them, don’t look at them.”
“It’s kind of hard when they are right in my face.”
“They aren’t in your face,” I refute and his eyes bore into mine. “If you don’t like them, close your eyes.” I poke him even more. “Every single person has nipples, including you.”
“Yes, but I’m not flaunting my nipples.”
“If it makes you feel better.” I put the cup down on the counter. “I’d be okay if you came down with your nipples completely out.” His eyes come to mine and I can’t help but smirk at him. “You can take off you shirt now if it would make you feel more comfortable.”
“I’m good,” he grits between clenched teeth.
“Suit yourself.” I pick up the cup and take another sip. “But if you like, you are more than welcome to whip them out any time you feel the need to.” I try not to laugh at his scowl.
“What time do you start work?” I ask him.
“I took the next two weeks off,” he tells me. “The pros of owning your own vet clinic.” I nod. “Are you hungry?”
“I am, but I don’t want to put you out.”
“Then go and cover up,” he tells me and I smile big.
“Are my nipples insulting you that much?” I ask him and look to see a sweater he tossed on the back of the couch. I push away from the counter, and the minute I do, Whiskey is on his feet looking around to see what I’m doing.
I grab the sweater and pick it up, smelling it to see if it’s clean at least before putting it on. It falls past my thighs. “Is this better?” I hold out my hands to the side. “All nipples are put away and not visible.”
“Now it looks like you are wearing nothing but the sweater.”
“Oh my God.” I throw my hands up and Whiskey walks over to me and sits beside me. “You’ll survive.”
“Will I?” he jokes with me, and I have to remember I don’t like him and wipe away the smile that was starting to form.
“Do you want me to make breakfast?” I ask him. His phone rings from upstairs and our heads both look over at the hallway. He walks past me and jogs up the steps, and I hear his voice. “Does he make you cover your nipples?” I ask Whiskey, who now lays his chin on his paws and closes his eyes.
“Yeah, she just got up,” he says coming down the steps. “She’s fine. Why would you think she isn’t fine?” He puts the phone on speaker and Joshua’s voice fills the kitchen.
He laughs. “I wasn’t worried about her. I was more worried that she killed you in your sleep.” I shake my head and walk over to the counter, grabbing my coffee cup. “We’re going to head out to my parents’ to have breakfast,” he shares.
