Angry, mortified, exhausted and disgraced. Disgraced by my statement, mortified by the way he handled me. It's my own damn fault of course, Nickolai Casarro is out of my league more than that he is dangerous, the hardness in his eyes and his violent thrust.
Pulling open the refrigerator I grabbed the carton of eggs, bacon and whole wheat bread suddenly aware that he was behind me.
"Sit let me make you breakfast" his voice low and sensual taking the items from my hand.
I wanted to protest but what's the use he would win in the end. Grabbing a chair I took a seat leaning my elbows on the kitchen bar, mesmerized by his competence around the kitcken, my kitchen.
"Sorry" I whisper looking down at my hands.
"Hey" he summons I look up a frown flits across his face.
"Surely it should be I saying that little one" whisking the eggs lightly in a glass bowl before putting the bacon on the grill.
I notice he wore nothing but his slacks my mouth drying as he causally walks over from the stove and kisses me on my lips. I groan surprising myself gaping at his broad shoulders, slim waist and rippling muscles as he walks back tending to the bacons.
"Extra crispy please" pursing my lips