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contented sigh, and lets me carry her up the stairs.
Chapter Six
Sophie
When I wake in the morning, Colton is already up and gone from the bed. Glancing at the clock, I realize it' ten after seven, and since it’s a Monday, I assume he’s gotten up to get ready for work.
Wanting to see him before he starts his day, I climb from the bed and venture downstairs wearing only the t-shirt of his that I slept in. The warm cotton is soft against my skin and reminds me there are so many tiny things I missed about him. A happy smile plays at the edges of my mouth.
I find him in the kitchen, dressed in a dark suit, crisp white shirt, and a navy blue tie. His feet are still bare. He looks delicious. Maybe I’ll just have him for breakfast.
His eyes lift to mine and he sets his cell phone down on the island. "Aren’t you a pretty sight." His gaze wanders along the curves visible under the t-shirt, before lingering on my bare legs. "Come here."
His simple command tightens my body with anticipation. I cross the kitchen and stop in front of him. "Did you sleep okay?" I ask, reaching out to fix his tie.
"Like a fucking rock." He plants a kiss to my temple. "Thank God you’re back."
I wrap my arms around his waist and exhale softly as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. Seeing him all buttoned up in his suit and tie makes me want to mess him up, undress him and do naughty things – right here in the kitchen.
"You said today was the day…" I lift my face into his neck and whisper against his ear, letting the words linger between us. The promise of sex later has my body entirely too aware of his nearness, his scent.
Colton’s mouth tugs up in a playful smirk. "Fuck, Soph…"
I toy with the hem of my t-shirt and see his gaze drop south. Dressed in just an old gray t-shirt, and I’ve never felt sexier. I lift the shirt, revealing the fact I’m not wearing any panties, when Colton suddenly clears his throat, looking uncomfortable.
"What?" I ask.
He releases a sigh. "Marta’s here."
Disappointment courses through me and I almost groan in frustration. I drop the hem of the shirt, covering myself once again and peek around Colton to the kitchen window, which has a direct view of the driveway. Her little red sports car is parked in the drive, but she’s nowhere to be found. Weird .
"I’m going to get dressed," I say and leave him in the kitchen. Call me old fashioned, but when one of Colton’s employees is here, I figure I should at least be wearing panties. I draw the line at removing his t-shirt though and just add undergarments and a pair of yoga pants before heading back downstairs.
I run into Marta in the hall outside of one of the guest rooms.
"Sophie?" She sounds surprised and her eyebrows rise as she takes me in.
"Hi." I peek around her and see several suitcases in the guest room and stray articles of clothing on the bed. What in the hell? I don’t understand what’s going on, but rather than stay and chat with Marta, I want to talk to Colton. I head straight for the kitchen.
"Marta looks pretty cozy upstairs."
"She’s going to be staying here," he says, without further explanation.
"Why? Doesn’t she have her own place?" If he gives me some speech about companionship or the house being empty, I am going to lose it. I was already suspicious about what all their relationship entailed and after his marriage fiasco I couldn’t handle anymore bombshells of information being dropped on me at the moment.
"She has a rat infestation in her building and her condo is being restored. It’s just for a few days or so."
Rats? Ew. "Okay."
"What’s wrong? You seem upset."
"She just seemed surprised to see me here, like she didn’t know I was back in the picture."
He shrugs. "You just came back yesterday. I haven’t gotten around to telling her yet."
His response makes sense, I just don’t like the idea that with Colton newly single, Marta’s wasted no time in moving herself in.
Chapter Six
Sophie
When I wake in the morning, Colton is already up and gone from the bed. Glancing at the clock, I realize it' ten after seven, and since it’s a Monday, I assume he’s gotten up to get ready for work.
Wanting to see him before he starts his day, I climb from the bed and venture downstairs wearing only the t-shirt of his that I slept in. The warm cotton is soft against my skin and reminds me there are so many tiny things I missed about him. A happy smile plays at the edges of my mouth.
I find him in the kitchen, dressed in a dark suit, crisp white shirt, and a navy blue tie. His feet are still bare. He looks delicious. Maybe I’ll just have him for breakfast.
His eyes lift to mine and he sets his cell phone down on the island. "Aren’t you a pretty sight." His gaze wanders along the curves visible under the t-shirt, before lingering on my bare legs. "Come here."
His simple command tightens my body with anticipation. I cross the kitchen and stop in front of him. "Did you sleep okay?" I ask, reaching out to fix his tie.
"Like a fucking rock." He plants a kiss to my temple. "Thank God you’re back."
I wrap my arms around his waist and exhale softly as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. Seeing him all buttoned up in his suit and tie makes me want to mess him up, undress him and do naughty things – right here in the kitchen.
"You said today was the day…" I lift my face into his neck and whisper against his ear, letting the words linger between us. The promise of sex later has my body entirely too aware of his nearness, his scent.
Colton’s mouth tugs up in a playful smirk. "Fuck, Soph…"
I toy with the hem of my t-shirt and see his gaze drop south. Dressed in just an old gray t-shirt, and I’ve never felt sexier. I lift the shirt, revealing the fact I’m not wearing any panties, when Colton suddenly clears his throat, looking uncomfortable.
"What?" I ask.
He releases a sigh. "Marta’s here."
Disappointment courses through me and I almost groan in frustration. I drop the hem of the shirt, covering myself once again and peek around Colton to the kitchen window, which has a direct view of the driveway. Her little red sports car is parked in the drive, but she’s nowhere to be found. Weird .
"I’m going to get dressed," I say and leave him in the kitchen. Call me old fashioned, but when one of Colton’s employees is here, I figure I should at least be wearing panties. I draw the line at removing his t-shirt though and just add undergarments and a pair of yoga pants before heading back downstairs.
I run into Marta in the hall outside of one of the guest rooms.
"Sophie?" She sounds surprised and her eyebrows rise as she takes me in.
"Hi." I peek around her and see several suitcases in the guest room and stray articles of clothing on the bed. What in the hell? I don’t understand what’s going on, but rather than stay and chat with Marta, I want to talk to Colton. I head straight for the kitchen.
"Marta looks pretty cozy upstairs."
"She’s going to be staying here," he says, without further explanation.
"Why? Doesn’t she have her own place?" If he gives me some speech about companionship or the house being empty, I am going to lose it. I was already suspicious about what all their relationship entailed and after his marriage fiasco I couldn’t handle anymore bombshells of information being dropped on me at the moment.
"She has a rat infestation in her building and her condo is being restored. It’s just for a few days or so."
Rats? Ew. "Okay."
"What’s wrong? You seem upset."
"She just seemed surprised to see me here, like she didn’t know I was back in the picture."
He shrugs. "You just came back yesterday. I haven’t gotten around to telling her yet."
His response makes sense, I just don’t like the idea that with Colton newly single, Marta’s wasted no time in moving herself in.
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