pantry stayed in a pathetic state of empty. Why keep food that would only go bad? I didn’t cook. What I needed, I could get pre-cooked at one of the local diners or markets.
But this morning with sunshine peeking through the corner of my blinds, I couldn’t think of anything I’d like better than to drink a cup of coffee in bed…with Blaise…and maybe…
No. No. No. I had to get past this longing for him. When the investigation was over, I planned to go my way, and he his own. I wasn’t good at relationships and I already had too much on my plate balancing living in a new city and, since yesterday, working a new job.
Now, if we were talking casual sex…that was an entirely different subject. I might be convinced…. But he’d told me that wasn’t what he wanted.
The demon of my thoughts appeared, as naked as I was and completely relaxed, bearing a tray with two coffee mugs and two bagels slathered in cream cheese. “Do you always overanalyze first thing in the morning?” he asked.
My insides quivered. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel that warmth again and experience the explosion of sensations from the night before. “When I’ve had sex the night before with a paranorm, I think it’s justified.” I pushed the sheet aside and stood, reaching for the mug he proffered, fighting the urge to cover my nakedness. Hell, he’d already seen me in my birthday suit, and he wore nothing with no shame. Why not me?
I’m glad you feel that way . He smiled over his cup of coffee. You don’t need to hide such a beautiful body.
“Get out of my head, demon.” I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling a hint of a headache coming on.
Blaise held up his hand. “I’ll comply, if you’ll answer one question.”
My eyes narrowed. “I’m making no promises.” Then I shook my head. “Why does it matter? You’ll just read my mind for the answer anyway.”
“Do you want me?”
His words cut through to my core, sending shivers of desire throughout my body. “Damn it. I have a job to do. Yes. I want you. But that means nothing. I want this coffee and bagel too. So what?”
He nodded and held the bagel out to me. “Eat. We have to be at the precinct in twenty minutes.”
“What?” I shoved the bagel aside and ran for the bathroom. “You could have woken me earlier.” I raked a brush through my hair and scraped it up in a serviceable ponytail.
“But you were so beautiful sleeping.” He leaned in the doorway. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”
“Did I call you names?” I ran a toothbrush over my teeth and dodged around Blaise. “Do you mind? I could stand a little privacy.”
He held out the thong panties I’d dug out of my drawer the night before.
I snatched them from his hand and slipped them on. “Aren’t you going to the station, too?”
“I’ll be ready before you.”
My brows rose, but I didn’t argue, continuing in my mad dash around my bedroom plucking clothes from my closet and drawers. “How do you know we are to be at the station in…” I glanced at the clock. “…fifteen minutes?”
He still leaned against the wall as naked as he’d been five minutes before, sipping his coffee. “I called. They had a detail assigned to Victor Stewart’s apartment last night.”
I paused in buttoning my blouse. “And?”
“Nothing happened. He never left.”
“So, we’re still going to talk to him today, aren’t we?”
“Yes, after we stop by the station. Detective Thomas wants us to check in with him first and give him an update on what happened last night.”
My heart flipped over in my chest as all that happened the night before raced through my mind. None of which had to do with the investigation, but all of which involved what had occurred in my bed. I gulped and refocused. “Are you going like that?” Just staring at his naked body had my mouth watering and my pulse hammering through my veins.
Blaise chuckled. “Only if you want me to.”
I tore
But this morning with sunshine peeking through the corner of my blinds, I couldn’t think of anything I’d like better than to drink a cup of coffee in bed…with Blaise…and maybe…
No. No. No. I had to get past this longing for him. When the investigation was over, I planned to go my way, and he his own. I wasn’t good at relationships and I already had too much on my plate balancing living in a new city and, since yesterday, working a new job.
Now, if we were talking casual sex…that was an entirely different subject. I might be convinced…. But he’d told me that wasn’t what he wanted.
The demon of my thoughts appeared, as naked as I was and completely relaxed, bearing a tray with two coffee mugs and two bagels slathered in cream cheese. “Do you always overanalyze first thing in the morning?” he asked.
My insides quivered. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel that warmth again and experience the explosion of sensations from the night before. “When I’ve had sex the night before with a paranorm, I think it’s justified.” I pushed the sheet aside and stood, reaching for the mug he proffered, fighting the urge to cover my nakedness. Hell, he’d already seen me in my birthday suit, and he wore nothing with no shame. Why not me?
I’m glad you feel that way . He smiled over his cup of coffee. You don’t need to hide such a beautiful body.
“Get out of my head, demon.” I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling a hint of a headache coming on.
Blaise held up his hand. “I’ll comply, if you’ll answer one question.”
My eyes narrowed. “I’m making no promises.” Then I shook my head. “Why does it matter? You’ll just read my mind for the answer anyway.”
“Do you want me?”
His words cut through to my core, sending shivers of desire throughout my body. “Damn it. I have a job to do. Yes. I want you. But that means nothing. I want this coffee and bagel too. So what?”
He nodded and held the bagel out to me. “Eat. We have to be at the precinct in twenty minutes.”
“What?” I shoved the bagel aside and ran for the bathroom. “You could have woken me earlier.” I raked a brush through my hair and scraped it up in a serviceable ponytail.
“But you were so beautiful sleeping.” He leaned in the doorway. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”
“Did I call you names?” I ran a toothbrush over my teeth and dodged around Blaise. “Do you mind? I could stand a little privacy.”
He held out the thong panties I’d dug out of my drawer the night before.
I snatched them from his hand and slipped them on. “Aren’t you going to the station, too?”
“I’ll be ready before you.”
My brows rose, but I didn’t argue, continuing in my mad dash around my bedroom plucking clothes from my closet and drawers. “How do you know we are to be at the station in…” I glanced at the clock. “…fifteen minutes?”
He still leaned against the wall as naked as he’d been five minutes before, sipping his coffee. “I called. They had a detail assigned to Victor Stewart’s apartment last night.”
I paused in buttoning my blouse. “And?”
“Nothing happened. He never left.”
“So, we’re still going to talk to him today, aren’t we?”
“Yes, after we stop by the station. Detective Thomas wants us to check in with him first and give him an update on what happened last night.”
My heart flipped over in my chest as all that happened the night before raced through my mind. None of which had to do with the investigation, but all of which involved what had occurred in my bed. I gulped and refocused. “Are you going like that?” Just staring at his naked body had my mouth watering and my pulse hammering through my veins.
Blaise chuckled. “Only if you want me to.”
I tore
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