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Chapter 18
And where have you been all night? she demanded with her arms folded over her chest as he came
sauntering into her kitchen like it didn t matter that she spent half the night, okay the last hour, worried
sick about him.
Well? she demanded when he tried to look innocent. He tried to give her his most adorable
expression, but she wasn t having it.
Relax, he was with me, Trevor announced as he stepped into the kitchen, giving Toby an
affectionate rub behind the ears as he passed him.
All night? Zoe asked, hoping she didn t sound or look as nervous as she felt. A little over three
hours ago she d been sitting on top of this man fulfilling five years of fantasies. Not that she regretted
a moment of it.
Oh god no.
After five years of going without real human contact, last night had been perfect. The sex was great
and instead of taking her chances on a total stranger it was with Trevor, whom she trusted more than
any person she d ever met, she suddenly realized.
That didn t mean there wasn t going to be a little awkwardness the next morning. They went from
having a very informal, semi professional relationship to buck naked and doing a hundred different
things that just thinking about made her knees wobble and her stomach flutter with anticipation. Then
again just because she was happy with last night didn t mean that he was, she realized, instantly
killing any lingering happy thoughts about last night.
He said the sex was incredible, but maybe that was just something he said during sex, she thought,
making herself depressed. Maybe it was pity sex, she thought, horrified by the very idea. Pity sex was
worse than no sex.
If it was pity sex then she wouldn t be getting anymore anytime soon and she desperately wanted
more, not just the sex, she realized, but to spend time with Trevor, another human being and just feel
close to someone. Even though it had no chance in hell of going anywhere it was still more than she d
had in years.
He ate with me, Trevor pointed out as she reached to grab a can of dog food.
Sighing, she shut the cabinet door and washed her hands. Thank you for taking care of him, she said,
not knowing what else to say or really how to act.
No problem, Trevor said, leaning back against the counter the same way he did every morning as
he sorted through her fruit bowl, looking for something to snack on while he waited for his lunch.
It hit her then that this truly was only an arrangement for Trevor and she could relax and be herself.
She didn t have to try and impress him or keep his interest, because once the sex was over they could
go right back to this and not have to worry about any of the drama from a relationship, she realized as
she did her best to hide her smile. This could so work for her.
How many sandwiches today? she asked, already knowing the answer.
Four, Trevor said around a mouthful or something, probably fruit.
She opened the refrigerator door and nearly groaned. I might be able to stretch out three. I was
supposed to go shopping yesterday, she muttered pathetically. She could cry. She really could. She
was exhausted and sore in the most delicious places and had been looking forward to coming home to
a hot bath, her bed, and a book after work, but now it looked like she had to hit the grocery store first.
That s fine, Trevor said, placing his hand on her hip as he reached past her and grabbed the gallon
of orange juice she kept for him. I have a few things I need you to pick up anyway. He slid his hand
from her hip to her bottom and gave it a light squeeze that reminded her of something else she was
really hoping to do tonight.
Okay, just add whatever you need to the list. It s on the counter, she said, trying to sound cool and
relaxed and not ready to jump him. After last night she shouldn t be able to move never mind be
anxious for round two, but she was.
Five long years will do that to a woman.
I can t remember what they are just now. I ll probably remember when I m at work, he told her as
he stepped away from her. She wasn t that surprised. He usually remembered what he needed to tell
her at work. He d stop by the office or more often than not call her to tell her what he needed.
That s fine. As long you remember before I leave for the day otherwise I ll probably forget that you
needed something, she said, grabbing all the food required to feed a Bradford and stepped around
him to unload everything onto the counter.
I m going to ask the guys at work today if anyone wants a dog, he said as she started the long
assembly line of condiments and fillers.
She tried not to look at the puppy that she d started to think of as her baby and force herself to focus
on the task at hand, but she couldn t help but look down at the adorable furry face that was silently
pleading for a slice of Trevor s ham.
Don t even think about it, woman, he warned.
I wasn t going to give him a slice? she lied, sounding as though she was asking a damn question.
Seriously, why did she do that? She d been thinking about it and might have decided to wait until
Trevor turned his back so she could sneak Toby a piece of ham, but she d in no way given herself
away. At least she didn t think she had. Then again he was a Bradford and probably had some special
connection with his food.
He snorted his disbelief. Yeah, right.
She glared at him only to end up laughing when he glared right back at her. Alright, so I was going to
give him one slice, but it s not as if you would have noticed, she said, already knowing it wasn t true
before the last word left her mouth.
He cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. You re shortchanging me on a sandwich, woman. Trust me, I
would know.
Fine, she mumbled, returning her attention back to making his lunch and not the puppy whimpering
pathetically and nudging her pajama clad knee with his muzzle, making her feel bad. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Chapter 18
And where have you been all night? she demanded with her arms folded over her chest as he came
sauntering into her kitchen like it didn t matter that she spent half the night, okay the last hour, worried
sick about him.
Well? she demanded when he tried to look innocent. He tried to give her his most adorable
expression, but she wasn t having it.
Relax, he was with me, Trevor announced as he stepped into the kitchen, giving Toby an
affectionate rub behind the ears as he passed him.
All night? Zoe asked, hoping she didn t sound or look as nervous as she felt. A little over three
hours ago she d been sitting on top of this man fulfilling five years of fantasies. Not that she regretted
a moment of it.
Oh god no.
After five years of going without real human contact, last night had been perfect. The sex was great
and instead of taking her chances on a total stranger it was with Trevor, whom she trusted more than
any person she d ever met, she suddenly realized.
That didn t mean there wasn t going to be a little awkwardness the next morning. They went from
having a very informal, semi professional relationship to buck naked and doing a hundred different
things that just thinking about made her knees wobble and her stomach flutter with anticipation. Then
again just because she was happy with last night didn t mean that he was, she realized, instantly
killing any lingering happy thoughts about last night.
He said the sex was incredible, but maybe that was just something he said during sex, she thought,
making herself depressed. Maybe it was pity sex, she thought, horrified by the very idea. Pity sex was
worse than no sex.
If it was pity sex then she wouldn t be getting anymore anytime soon and she desperately wanted
more, not just the sex, she realized, but to spend time with Trevor, another human being and just feel
close to someone. Even though it had no chance in hell of going anywhere it was still more than she d
had in years.
He ate with me, Trevor pointed out as she reached to grab a can of dog food.
Sighing, she shut the cabinet door and washed her hands. Thank you for taking care of him, she said,
not knowing what else to say or really how to act.
No problem, Trevor said, leaning back against the counter the same way he did every morning as
he sorted through her fruit bowl, looking for something to snack on while he waited for his lunch.
It hit her then that this truly was only an arrangement for Trevor and she could relax and be herself.
She didn t have to try and impress him or keep his interest, because once the sex was over they could
go right back to this and not have to worry about any of the drama from a relationship, she realized as
she did her best to hide her smile. This could so work for her.
How many sandwiches today? she asked, already knowing the answer.
Four, Trevor said around a mouthful or something, probably fruit.
She opened the refrigerator door and nearly groaned. I might be able to stretch out three. I was
supposed to go shopping yesterday, she muttered pathetically. She could cry. She really could. She
was exhausted and sore in the most delicious places and had been looking forward to coming home to
a hot bath, her bed, and a book after work, but now it looked like she had to hit the grocery store first.
That s fine, Trevor said, placing his hand on her hip as he reached past her and grabbed the gallon
of orange juice she kept for him. I have a few things I need you to pick up anyway. He slid his hand
from her hip to her bottom and gave it a light squeeze that reminded her of something else she was
really hoping to do tonight.
Okay, just add whatever you need to the list. It s on the counter, she said, trying to sound cool and
relaxed and not ready to jump him. After last night she shouldn t be able to move never mind be
anxious for round two, but she was.
Five long years will do that to a woman.
I can t remember what they are just now. I ll probably remember when I m at work, he told her as
he stepped away from her. She wasn t that surprised. He usually remembered what he needed to tell
her at work. He d stop by the office or more often than not call her to tell her what he needed.
That s fine. As long you remember before I leave for the day otherwise I ll probably forget that you
needed something, she said, grabbing all the food required to feed a Bradford and stepped around
him to unload everything onto the counter.
I m going to ask the guys at work today if anyone wants a dog, he said as she started the long
assembly line of condiments and fillers.
She tried not to look at the puppy that she d started to think of as her baby and force herself to focus
on the task at hand, but she couldn t help but look down at the adorable furry face that was silently
pleading for a slice of Trevor s ham.
Don t even think about it, woman, he warned.
I wasn t going to give him a slice? she lied, sounding as though she was asking a damn question.
Seriously, why did she do that? She d been thinking about it and might have decided to wait until
Trevor turned his back so she could sneak Toby a piece of ham, but she d in no way given herself
away. At least she didn t think she had. Then again he was a Bradford and probably had some special
connection with his food.
He snorted his disbelief. Yeah, right.
She glared at him only to end up laughing when he glared right back at her. Alright, so I was going to
give him one slice, but it s not as if you would have noticed, she said, already knowing it wasn t true
before the last word left her mouth.
He cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. You re shortchanging me on a sandwich, woman. Trust me, I
would know.
Fine, she mumbled, returning her attention back to making his lunch and not the puppy whimpering
pathetically and nudging her pajama clad knee with his muzzle, making her feel bad. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]