Page 23 of Together in Harmony
Muffins wrapped in a cloth napkin, a bottle of juice and a thermos.
Please let there be coffee waiting for me in this collection of delights!.
I could get used to this. Being brought food by a man who listens. Asa had just dropped the gift off, and hadn't tried to visit. He respected my need to get on with work. The memory of his mouth and hands on me flood into my brain, making me hungry for something other than food.
I’d thought about yesterday with Asa at least a hundred times already. It was like he’d pressed an ‘on’ switch in my body. In the middle of the night I’d taken into consideration that I had an IUD, so…you know.
If anything should happen….
Shaking my head, I bend to pick up the basket, but hear another vehicle. A motorbike.
It's Lennox.
Lennox rides a motorbike. Asa drove a classic pale blue Bronco. Hugo drives a dark blue Porsche. These vehicles seem kinda perfect for the men who drive them.
“Hi, beautiful,” Lennox says, as he swaggers towards me.
“Hi,” I say in return, awkwardly standing in the doorway. “Thank you for the flowers.” I pause, “I’m sorry I can’t chat. I have to work all day.”
“But you haven't had breakfast yet, am I right?” he laughs. “I smelled those cooking this morning. Fucking Asa wouldn’t let me have one. I decided to come down here and steal some of your breakfast.”
Do not invite Lennox in. It’s a really bad idea.
As he smiles, his one dimple twinkles at me.
I invite Lennox in. Damn dimples.
As I put the food on to plates, Lennox leans against the counter. I can feel him watching my every move.
“Nice of Asa to make us breakfast,” he grins.
“It was good of him. He seems like a nice person,” I say primly. Nice person indeed. I remember him slapping my mound.
“So, you and Asa have a good time yesterday afternoon?” asks Lennox. “He came into the house looking like the cat that got the cream…smelled like it too. I have to admit I got a little jelly.”
I’m embarrassed to meet his gaze, so peek up at him from under my eyelashes.
Shit. He is the definition of trouble, and what the hell did this guy do to his eyes? I move a step closer and see he has smudges of black eyeliner around his green eyes.
“Are you wearing makeup?”
“Sure,” he leans closer, “I like to try everything, I have a very open mind.”
He reached out a finger. “Like my nail polish?”
It’s a silver glitter, and it actually looks really hot on him. He brushes his finger tip over my lips. I can’t help it, I imagine that finger dipping into my warmest places.
I need to change the direction of my thoughts.
“Cream and sugar?” I push them towards him.
As Lennox is pouring half the sugar bowl into his coffee, he flips open one of my notebooks with the other hand.
“Hey, private!” I say, snatching it from him.
“I’m very bad at boundaries,” he tells me, then stirs his coffee and adds more sugar. “I’m even worse at reading. Totally dyslexic. What are you writing? Songs?”
“Poems,” I mumble. “And yes, I know poetry is the nerdiest of all the literary arts.”
