Page 172 of Savage Suit

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I read your expression. What do you want to eat?”

“Uh—”

“Don’t feel guilty. It’s misplaced.”

She sighed, relenting. “Would you ask him to make pancakes?” she questioned, her nervous giggle revealing her lingering hesitancy.

Ryan acclimating herself to the luxuries afforded her as my girlfriend pleased me. A mere week ago, she would’ve fought tooth and nail to cook. Her reluctance would’ve been outright rebellion. “He should come in any minute. I’ll tell him you want pancakes.”

“Ask him. Don’t tell him,” she protested, lifting on her elbow to give me a bemused look. “It might make him resentful of me.”

Maybe she hadn’t adjusted. “Then he’ll find another place of employment, Ryan. He’s here to prepare meals for anyone who wants to eat.”

The knock on my bedroom door interrupted her response. “Sir, you awake?”

Ryan squeaked, alarmed at her nudity.

As if I’d allow him to see her naked body. I yanked the covers over her. “Yeah, come in, Angelo.”

He opened the door and walked in, dressed only in red flannel pajama pants and a white wife-beater that revealed his heavily tatted arms.

It was his usual attire that I’d never had a problem with since it didn’t affect the quality of his food. He’d never attended culinary school, but he whipped up some of the best food I ever tasted, and I paid him handsomely for it.

Ryan slid deeper under the covers, the sound of her movements drawing Angelo’s eyes to her. They widened ever so slightly. A blush rose in her cheeks. He stared at her, and I could only imagine the impact of her beauty. Golden skin. Dark hair. Gray eyes.

Annoyance quickly overrode my understanding. He had yet to look away from her, so I cleared my throat. Immediately, he redirected his attention to where it belonged. Away from her and on me.

“Er, sorry, sir. What would you and the lady like for breakfast?” He threw her another quick glance, offering her a smile, which fell away when he looked at me again and saw my displeasure.

“We want pancakes, eggs, and bacon with a side of fresh fruit,” I said coldly.

“Right, Mr. Keegan,” he said, backing toward the door. “Coming right up!”

With that, he left Ryan and I alone again.

“We should dress while we’re waiting for breakfast,” she said, hopping out of bed, displaying her naked body.

“Agreed.” I stared at her plump ass as she retrieved her overnight bag.

“I’m going to shower. Wanna join?” she questioned with a smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows, several products in her hands.

“Say no more.” I got out of bed and hurried after her into my en suite bathroom, anticipating her warm, wet walls gripping my hard dick.

My large walk-in shower allowed us to comfortably fuck and freshen up, impossible at Ryan’s apartment. Her place was far too fucking small, and the area wasn’t the safest. After a few more sleepovers, I’d ask her to move in with me.

“Are you just going to stand there?” she asked, holding the shower door open, the escaping steam fogging the mirrors.

Grinning, I stepped into the shower, shutting the door behind me. “I was thinking,” I confessed as warm water hit my skin, the shower head and the built-in jet spray soaking me within seconds.

Ryan lathered her hair with shampoo. “About?”

“You,” I replied, moving her hands so I could massage her scalp, before combing my fingers through her thick mass of hair.

A soft sigh escaped her. “That feels amazing.”

Once conditioner replaced her shampoo, she asked, “What were you thinking about me?”