night
came rushing back, along with the memories of being covered in strawberry
juice. And of course, the incredible fucking. The insane, over the top, amazing
fucking.
Sela
let out a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mere days ago, this was
exactly what she’d sworn she would not let happen. How could she have been so
weak? He’d seduced her, plain and simple, but now what?
She’d
have a few days, weeks perhaps, before he moved onto the next woman. That’s
what. Santino would call her a fool and then things would be strained between
him and his boss. Why had she allowed this to happen?
She
was still sticky from last night, so she used a washcloth and a fresh bar of
soap she found in the bathroom to clean up. Then she put on the robe, stepping
in front of the mirror over his dresser to see how it looked on her. She loved
it. It was something she’d have chosen for herself. Where had he found it? How
many other woman had worn it before her? It looked brand new. Did he buy one
for each of them?
As
she followed the cooking scents to the kitchen, Sela stopped when she heard
Damien singing a song the band had played at the concert last evening. He had a
nice voice. Had anyone ever told him that? He was such a sexy man. He loved the
same music she did, he was a gentleman, he made love like a hero from a romance
novel, he could sing, and if the smell wafting from the kitchen was any
indication, he also could cook.
He
glanced up and smiled as she walked toward the counter. He wore sweats and a
t-shirt, and she’d never seen any man look so damn sexy. Plus, he was barefoot.
She’d always had a thing for guys in bare feet. This would be a lot easier if
he wasn’t so damn gorgeous and charming.
“There
you are. Good morning.” He walked over and kissed her, and it was all Sela
could do not to cry. Her thoughts were so confused. “Do you like the robe?”
“It’s
beautiful. Is it new?” She might as well find out now rather than later.
“Of
course it’s new. You think I’d give you some other woman’s clothes to wear?”
Which
means he’d bought other women clothes to wear. “No. You wouldn’t do that. Where
did you get it?”
He
turned around and resumed cooking. “From the surface. One of Addison’s teams
procured it for me, along with other things I asked for.”
Damien
placed a tortilla with fried eggs and a generous helping of salsa on each of
two plates, and then he poured her a cup of coffee and slid that over to her.
“I hope you’re hungry.”
She
took a seat next to him. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I
wanted to do it. Last night meant the world to me, Sela.”
His
intense gaze was almost too much right now. Sela could barely process
everything that had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours. Surely last
night had been a one-time thing for him. How often did he really do this? As
often as Santino told her he did? Why had she let herself be taken in by him?
“I
have to work today, but I have my laptop with me and had planned on doing so
from home. I also want to visit the mall and see how things are progressing. I
haven’t been there since running into you on Wednesday.”
She
tasted the coffee to distract her thoughts from Wednesday. “Wow. That’s
strong.”
“Too
strong?”
“Almost,
but I like it. I’ll definitely be wide awake soon.”
He
leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Good, because I might want to repeat a few
things we did last night.”
Her
traitorous body responded, but she couldn’t repeat last night. Not yet. Maybe
not ever. “I thought you said you had to work?”
“Well,
I can’t work all day, can I?”
“No,
especially not on a Saturday.”
“I
almost always work weekends.”
She
wanted to ask him what else he usually did on weekends, but any comment she
made now would come off as bitchy, so she tasted the eggs. “These are seriously
fantastic.”
“An
old family recipe.”
“My
grandmother used to make these and I
came rushing back, along with the memories of being covered in strawberry
juice. And of course, the incredible fucking. The insane, over the top, amazing
fucking.
Sela
let out a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mere days ago, this was
exactly what she’d sworn she would not let happen. How could she have been so
weak? He’d seduced her, plain and simple, but now what?
She’d
have a few days, weeks perhaps, before he moved onto the next woman. That’s
what. Santino would call her a fool and then things would be strained between
him and his boss. Why had she allowed this to happen?
She
was still sticky from last night, so she used a washcloth and a fresh bar of
soap she found in the bathroom to clean up. Then she put on the robe, stepping
in front of the mirror over his dresser to see how it looked on her. She loved
it. It was something she’d have chosen for herself. Where had he found it? How
many other woman had worn it before her? It looked brand new. Did he buy one
for each of them?
As
she followed the cooking scents to the kitchen, Sela stopped when she heard
Damien singing a song the band had played at the concert last evening. He had a
nice voice. Had anyone ever told him that? He was such a sexy man. He loved the
same music she did, he was a gentleman, he made love like a hero from a romance
novel, he could sing, and if the smell wafting from the kitchen was any
indication, he also could cook.
He
glanced up and smiled as she walked toward the counter. He wore sweats and a
t-shirt, and she’d never seen any man look so damn sexy. Plus, he was barefoot.
She’d always had a thing for guys in bare feet. This would be a lot easier if
he wasn’t so damn gorgeous and charming.
“There
you are. Good morning.” He walked over and kissed her, and it was all Sela
could do not to cry. Her thoughts were so confused. “Do you like the robe?”
“It’s
beautiful. Is it new?” She might as well find out now rather than later.
“Of
course it’s new. You think I’d give you some other woman’s clothes to wear?”
Which
means he’d bought other women clothes to wear. “No. You wouldn’t do that. Where
did you get it?”
He
turned around and resumed cooking. “From the surface. One of Addison’s teams
procured it for me, along with other things I asked for.”
Damien
placed a tortilla with fried eggs and a generous helping of salsa on each of
two plates, and then he poured her a cup of coffee and slid that over to her.
“I hope you’re hungry.”
She
took a seat next to him. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I
wanted to do it. Last night meant the world to me, Sela.”
His
intense gaze was almost too much right now. Sela could barely process
everything that had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours. Surely last
night had been a one-time thing for him. How often did he really do this? As
often as Santino told her he did? Why had she let herself be taken in by him?
“I
have to work today, but I have my laptop with me and had planned on doing so
from home. I also want to visit the mall and see how things are progressing. I
haven’t been there since running into you on Wednesday.”
She
tasted the coffee to distract her thoughts from Wednesday. “Wow. That’s
strong.”
“Too
strong?”
“Almost,
but I like it. I’ll definitely be wide awake soon.”
He
leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Good, because I might want to repeat a few
things we did last night.”
Her
traitorous body responded, but she couldn’t repeat last night. Not yet. Maybe
not ever. “I thought you said you had to work?”
“Well,
I can’t work all day, can I?”
“No,
especially not on a Saturday.”
“I
almost always work weekends.”
She
wanted to ask him what else he usually did on weekends, but any comment she
made now would come off as bitchy, so she tasted the eggs. “These are seriously
fantastic.”
“An
old family recipe.”
“My
grandmother used to make these and I
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