endless questions, I might not bring out dessert.”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not missing this.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to the kitchen.
“Coffee or water?” I ask.
“Water.”
“If you want to know more about me, my addiction to caffeine is crazy, I need coffee, for your protection.” We both smile. “Close your eyes.”
“Says the woman who just admitted she needs coffee to keep her sanity. Should we brew a pot?”
While reaching in the refrigerator for my homemade cheesecake, I laugh. I know he’ll fight me over this treat being too decadent. “Trust me?”
“Interesting choice of words. Okay.”
“Close those eyes.”
He squints, like he’s nervous of what’s to come. A wide smile shows deep dimples, and it’s contagious.
I take the fork and dip right into the cake. “Open.” I watch his lips sliding over the fork as I pull away.
Lord help me that was heady.
“There ought to be a law against this.” He opens his eyes. “You bake?”
“I do.”
“You’re trouble. Slice me a piece before I use my fingers.” His boyish charm makes sparks fly between us.
“All in due time.” I taunt him.
“Let me have a piece, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Loaded statement, but I let it go.
“I’m surprised you’re going to have an entire piece. I know you usually don’t waver from your stringent nutrition plan.”
“We all can cheat a little, plus I’m working out after I train tomorrow. Remember, we’re on at noon,” he says.
“The trainer surfaces. Oh God, are you going to make me pay for this?” I groan.
“You bet your sweet ass I am.” He smirks at me.
“How could I forget the ass kicking I get every Saturday?” I lift one eyebrow, pretending to be serious.
“Oh my God. This is sinful.” He moans around a mouthful of cheesecake.
“You like?”
“This is pure heaven, woman. I could get used to this.”
“You’re so right. I’ve outdone myself.” As I take a bite, I smile and our eyes meet.
It’s after midnight when we say goodnight.
“I had a great time, Bryer.”
He pulls me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. I slide my hands up his chest, feeling his perfectly defined pecs. I wonder what he looks like shirtless, and the thought renders me speechless.
“I had a better time,” I make my point obvious.. “Thank you.”
“You’ll get your turn, baby.” He kisses me tenderly, leaving me wanting more.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.
He nods and backs up, not turning away until he’s out the door, so I soak in my fill of him.
God, I want him.
***
I’M STILL ON my phone with Gen when I walk into the gym, and I’m running late. “It was incredible. A few bumps in the road, but we got through it. Everything about it, from dinner to my apartment, was hot, sexy, especially the kiss.”
“Psh…Only a goodnight kiss? Are you made of stone, Bryer? You had the sexiest man alive to yourself and you didn’t get more than a goodnight kiss? Tell me, is he as perfect as he seems? Or, God no, he isn’t a crier is he?”
“God Gen, no. He’s pretty perfect.”
“And I didn’t say where the kiss was.” I know these last words left unexplained will drive her crazy. “I’ve got to go. I’m late. Muah.” Leaving out the Camilla episode, I hang up.
I see Nathan before he sees me, but instead of heading towards him, I move toward the treadmill to start my warm up routine.
Clayton approaches, which surprises me, because he’s not my trainer, I have no contact with him.
“Bryer, is it?” He gives me a warm, gorgeous smile. He’s a handsome man with light hair and brown eyes.
“That’s me.”
“Just curious. You’re Nathan’s new friend?”
While I continue my jog, I wonder where this is going. “I guess you could say that.”
He nods. “My man is a good guy, despite his reputation.”
“I think he’s a good guy too. What are you getting at?”
“Well, I know it’s not really any of my
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