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Not that I regret the time spent otherwise.
“I need to get ready.”
She presses a kiss into my shoulder. “What do you want for breakfast? I can ask Lori to start it.”
Oh, shit. How could I forget about Lori? Did she catch the tail end of our activities? I’ve never tested whether you can hear anything in here from the kitchen.
“Um, whatever is easy. Eggs and toast or something.”
“Okay.” She sits up and pauses. “I’m blind,” she laughs. “Can you turn on a light?”
“Sure.” I press the button on the wall that retracts the curtains, daylight filling the room.
She climbs off the bed and heads toward the window, staring out. “Wow, this is the best view in the house.”
I prop myself up against the headboard and watch her, my old college shirt and boxers looking just as good on her today as they did last night. “I agree.”
She turns around, ducking her head down with a shy smile as she sees where my gaze is focused. God, she’s so beautiful. And right now, this smile is all for me. No parts to play. No one watching us. No pictures.
Oh, that’s right. Angelina still wants those.
I hold up my phone, raising my brows at her. “For ThousandWords?”
She nods, a secret flirting along her lips as she poses for me.
I send it to Angelina, and even this early in the morning, she fires a response back right away.
In your alma mater shirt and boxers? Awfully suggestive of you. I love it.
“PR approves.”
“Do I get to see it?”
She walks over and looks at the screen, then covers her mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me I have bedhead?”
“What? No, you don’t.”
“I do,” she says, smoothing down her hair. “And no makeup either.”
“You look beautiful.”
She stops, lowering her hands in front of her. “Do you really think that?” Her fingers twist at the bottom of her shirt and I reach over and grip her hand.
“Serena, you’re gorgeous.” And it’s more than just her looks. Everything about her is.
She bites her lip, trying to hide a grin. “I think you’re gorgeous too. Handsome, I mean.” She peeks over at me shyly. “And very sexy.”
My dick twitches, prepared for another round, and I put my hand on my lap to keep it at bay. “I really do have to get ready for work.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” She bounds off the bed, heading toward the door at a clipped pace.
I scrub a hand down my jaw, waiting till she leaves to let out a long sigh.
What the hell kind of can of worms did I open?
“Late night, Archer?”
I cover my yawn, but it was impossible falling asleep with Serena right next to me. Her body soft and warm less than a foot from me. Her scent drifting over, impossible to escape. You’d think our tryst this morning would have energized me more, but without my workout, I’m dragging.