Dash had set two places with glasses of orange juice, coffee cups, and cloth napkins he’d found in a drawer in the dining area. “Have a seat. There’s coffee in the carafe. Might I ask why you own a thousand-dollar coffee machine if you don’t make your own coffee?”

“I make it sometimes. I’m not utterly helpless, you know.”

Dash studied him. “Hmmm… Maybe.”

Thorne rolled his eyes.

Dash prepared two plates and brought them to the table. “Veggie omelets and morning-glory muffins.”

Thorne eyed the muffins. “Those look suspiciously healthy.”

“They’re delicious. Something tells me healthy is not a normal part of your diet.”

Thorne frowned. “You said I was in perfectly good shape.”

“That’s irrelevant. You can have a nice body and still not eat properly. I doubt you eat as often as you should either.”

Thorne looked like he was going to protest, but then he smiled instead. “Thank you for making breakfast.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Dash loved cooking for other people and, based on his reaction to the cupcakes, he’d decided Thorne would be an appreciative audience.

Dash sat down just as Thorne took a bite of omelet. “This is amazing. What did you do to it?”

“Nothing special. It’s just an omelet.”

Thorne shook his head. “I’ve had plenty of omelets. This is on another plane of existence.”

Dash laughed. “I took my time. I sautéed the vegetables, seasoned them, cooked the eggs slowly, but there’s no big secret.”

Thorne studied him for a moment. “You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not. I swear.”

Still watching him carefully, Thorne took a bite of muffin. His face lit up as he chewed. “Wow, this is so good I don’t even care if it’s healthy.”

“It’s not that healthy, but it does have carrot and zucchini in it.”

“Trying to get all my veggies in me at once?” Thorne asked.

“Something like that.”

After breakfast, Thorne helped Dash load the dishwasher, something Dash hadn’t expected. “You cooked for me,” Thorne said, obviously thinking that was explanation enough.

“Doesn’t the personal chef usually do the cooking and the cleaning up?”

Thorne shook his head. “I’d have the maid do the cleaning, but since mine’s not coming today, I’ll just have to get my hands dirty.”

When they finished, Thorne stood at the counter, sipping coffee. Dash came up behind him and circled his waist. “Have you got time for some distraction?”

Thorne glanced at the clock on the stove. “I wish, but I really need to tackle some work. Although…”

“What’s that dirty mind of yours cooking up?” Dash stepped closer and palmed Thorne’s cock.

Thorne groaned and placed a hand on top of Dash’s. “I need to send some information off by noon. How much of the day do you have free?”

“I don’t have to be anywhere until three.”