God, what I wouldn’t give to see her like that. First thing in the morning, sleep-rumpled and soft against my sheets. Her body tucked against mine while I watch the morning light pass over her skin.
With a jerk of my chin, I clear that image out of my head before it renders me incapable of getting my next words out. “Meet me for breakfast? There’s this spot I saw the other day when I was driving around. Just down the way a bit from the coffee shop.”
“Rosie’s,” she offers with a soft voice. Her teeth run along her bottom lip. “Yellow umbrellas out front?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“They have amazing breakfast foods. Like life-changing amazing.” She lowers her eyes to a spot between us, gathering her hair over one shoulder and twirling her fingers in it. She seems a bit unsure all of a sudden, like she can’t decide whether to bolt or stand here and continue talking to me.
“So, is that a yes?” I ask her, ducking my head a little.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s just breakfast, Brooke. You’re going to eat it anyway, yeah?”
Her eyes flick up to mine, but she doesn’t respond.
I smile, hoping to get one in return. “Do I need to pull you back in here and ask that question with my hand up your dress?”
She purses her lips, fighting it, fighting me. Her arms cross tightly under her chest as she stands a little taller. “You’d be wasting your time.”
“Hardly.”
“You would. I’m not a multiple orgasm type of girl. It’s nearly impossible to make me come more than once.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
“I’ll remember to remind you of that when you’re begging me for a break.” We share a brief laugh, hers a little disbelieving. I look at her straight on and bite back the urge to beg for this. “Come on, Brooke. Meet me for breakfast tomorrow. Let me have you first thing in the morning.”
She stares at me long and hard, then finally drops her shoulders with a sigh. “All right.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she answers, looking away to hide her smile. “Only because I love Rosie’s and I haven’t eaten there in forever. Nice going on your part. If you would’ve suggested any other place, I would’ve shot you down.”
I wait until she looks back at me to give her a smile. “Seven o’clock?”
She doesn’t answer, doesn’t give me any sign of agreement. With a swift hand she shuts the door and walks to her car, making sure to give me a nice view of her arse as she bends to unlock the driver’s side door.
I drop a hand to my cock, staring at her, waiting for an acknowledgement that she’s heard my time suggestion.
I never get it.
She pulls away from the curb and blends into the traffic on the street.
BROOKE
The line at Rosie’s café is already wrapping around the building when I arrive this morning.
Typical, and why I didn’t argue with Mason when he suggested meeting so early last night. I’m used to grabbing something to eat after I arrive at the bakery, which isn’t until eight-thirty. Waking up any earlier for any reason isn’t something I’ll easily agree to, but if you’re going to eat breakfast at Rosie’s, you need to beat the crowd.
I move past the line and step inside the café, shifting my attention around the crowded room.
“Brooke.” Mason stands from his seat at a booth in the corner. He looks almost relieved to see me.
I suppose I could’ve given him some indication last night that I was planning on showing up at seven o’clock today. But really, where’s the fun in that?
He kisses my cheek when I reach the booth. “Morning, gorgeous. I went ahead and ordered you some coffee and juice. It’s fresh-squeezed apparently.”
I giggle as I lean away.
“What?” he asks, eyes curious as we both slide into the booth.