Trust in Me

Her lips twitched into a quick smile and then quickly disappeared. “Well, neither is my apartment.”


I folded my arms as I leaned against the counter. “Oh, I don’t know about that . . .” I let my gaze wander the exquisite length of hers. Her nipples were hard, pressing against her shirt, begging to be touched, licked, and kissed and God knows what else I would do to them. Lust slammed into my gut and I almost took a step toward her. “Your kitchen, right this second, is very appetizing.”

She flushed. “I’m not going out with you, Cam.”

“I didn’t ask you at this moment, now did I?” I grinned. “But you will eventually.”

“You’re delusional.”

“I’m determined.”

“More like annoying,” she retorted, brown eyes twinkling.

“Most would say amazing.”

She rolled her eyes. “Only in your head.”

“In many heads is what you meant.” I turned to the stove. “I also brought banana-nut bread baked in my very own oven.”

There was a pause. “I’m allergic to bananas.”

I wheeled around. “Are you shitting me?”

“No. I’m not. I’m allergic to bananas.”

“Man, that’s a damn shame. You have no idea what you’re missing out on. Bananas make the world a better place.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Well damn. Apparently she could resist my banana-nut bread. “Anything else you’re allergic to?”

“Besides penicillin and guys who bust up into my apartment? No.”

“Hardy-har-har.” I turned and bent, opening the nearest cabinets. “How many weaker, less-assured guys have you slayed with that tongue of yours?”

“Apparently not enough.” Her gasp was audible. “I’ll be right back.”

I had no idea what she was up to, but I doubted she’d leave the apartment. Humming under my breath, I found a pot to boil eggs in and filled it with water. Plopping it on the stove, I cranked up the heat. I could hear her back in her bedroom, her soft footfalls, heavier than I thought they’d be. A couple of moments went by and I turned to the doorway. It was quite possible that she would lock herself in her room.

Dammit.

“Hey! Are you hiding back there?” I yelled. “Because I will come back there and drag you out.”

“Don’t you dare come in here!” she shouted.

I laughed softly. As appealing as seeing firsthand what she was doing was, I didn’t want to end up in the hospital for doing so. “Then hurry up. My eggs wait for no one.”

By the time she returned, I found shredded cheese and had decided she was going to eat hers sunny side up. I didn’t say anything even though I knew she was there, staring at me.

“Cam, why are you over here?” she finally asked.

“I already told you.” I eased the eggs onto a plate and walked it over to the small table pressed up against the wall. “Do you want toast? Wait. Do you have bread? If not, I can—”

“No. I don’t need toast.” She watched me, eyes wide. “Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“There are a shit ton of people that I could reward with my presence, but I chose you.”

Her mouth moved, but there was no sound and then she spun around, hopping up on the chair, pulling her knees to her chest as she picked up a fork. “Thanks,” she muttered.

I raised my brows. “I choose to believe that you mean that.”

“I do!”

I turned back to the stove. “I doubt that for some reason.”

There were several seconds of silence and then. “I do appreciate the eggs. I’m just surprised to see you here . . . at eight in the morning.”

Waiting for my eggs to finish boiling, I found myself watching her. “Well, to be honest, I was planning to woo you with my banana-nut bread, but that shit ain’t happening now. So all I have left are my delicious eggs.”

“It is really good, but you’re not wooing me.”

“Oh, I’m wooing.” I went to her fridge and found some OJ. Grabbing two glasses, I poured some sweetness and sat one in front of her. “It’s just all about the stealth. You don’t realize it yet.”

She ducked her gaze to her plate. “Aren’t you eating?”

“I am. I like boiled eggs.” Sitting across from her, I rested my chin in my palm. Her hair fell forward, nearing hitting the plate. She kept batting the strands away. She was so fucking cute. “So, Avery Morgansten, I’m all yours.”

Her lashes swept up. “I don’t want you.”

“Too bad. Tell me about yourself.”

Shortcake pressed her lips into a thin line. “Do you do this often? Just walk into random girls’ apartments and make eggs?”

“Well, you’re not random, so technically no.” Pushing up, I checked the eggs. “And I might be known to surprise lucky ladies every now and then.”

Which wasn’t exactly true. I mean, if I somehow found myself in someone else’s place and I was up, I’d make breakfast, but this? This was a first. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Seriously? I mean, you do this normally?”