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“Of course,” I said, placing the plate in front of him. I reached down and grabbed his hand. He chuckled as he pulled his chair back and pulled me onto his lap. “What are you doing?” I gasped, my heart racing as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Well, I thought we could make this interesting,” he said, his palms pressed against my stomach. I had butterflies. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I didn’t not like it. “You wanted to blindfold me. You made me a special breakfast,” he said, whispering in my ears. “So let’s make it really special, Harriet. I’m ready for my first bite.”

“Okay.” I twisted slowly in his lap so that I could grab the Egg McMuffin and pick it up to feed him. I could feel his warm thighs beneath me and something pressing into my ass. I gasped as I suddenly realized what that hardness was. “Oh boy. Am I feeling what I think I’m feeing?” I whispered to myself.

“Sorry, what?” he said. There was humor in his tone.

“Nothing,” I said as I grabbed the Egg McMuffin. “Take a bite.” He bit down into it, and I pulled it away. He chewed and didn’t say anything.

“I’ll have another bite, please,” he said finally, and I gave him another bite of the Egg McMuffin. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.

He took a couple more bites, and then suddenly he whispered in my ear, “It’s funny how Eggs a la Campbell tastes very much like a stale Egg McMuffin from McDonald’s,” he said, and I wondered if that were his way of calling me out.

I could feel myself freezing. “Really? It may be the produce you had in your fridge wasn’t fresh then,” I said, squeaking out an answer.

“Maybe,” he said, his right hand moving up my body. “Or maybe…”

“What are you doing, Finn?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “What do you want me to do?” And then he started laughing.

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“Sir, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Um, what you wanted me to do?” Finn’s eyes were sparkling as he stared into my eyes. “Did I or did I not ask you to give me a sign if you were interested in making this an unconventional arrangement?”

“Hmm…” I blushed. Was that what he’d asked me when I’d been spaced out?

“And you offering to blindfold me and sit on my lap was a pretty clear response, in my eyes.”

“I didn’t ask to sit in your lap. You pulled me onto your lap.”

“And you proceeded to rub your ass back and forth like you were trying to get yourself off.”

“No, I wasn’t.” My jaw dropped. “I was just turning around to feed you.”

“And why were you feeding me?” He smirked.

“Because you couldn’t see to feed yourself.”

“And why couldn’t I see to feed myself?”

“Because you were blindfolded.”

“And why was I blindfolded?”

“Because I asked to blindfold you.”

“Exactly.” He licked his lips. “Sounds like a bit of foreplay for breakfast.”

“No, no, no,” I sputtered. “It’s something we did in culinary school and with our best diners.”

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