I stood and pulled my jeans on and then made my way into her small kitchen. A coffeemaker sat on the countertop. I ground some beans and started a pot, and then I looked around for something to make her for breakfast. She’d no doubt be achy and tired and still a little nauseated. Maybe just a piece of toast and some scrambled eggs. I got what I needed out of the refrigerator and began, when Lacey walked in, wearing nothing but her lacy red panties.

Her tits looked luscious, and her hair was a mass of unruly waves. She didn’t seem to notice me at first as she ambled toward the coffeemaker and grabbed the carafe, nearly dropping it.

“Easy.” I eased it out of her hands.

She jumped, nearly losing her footing. I steadied her.

“Why are you here?” She rubbed her temples. “Oh, God. We didn’t…”

“No. We didn’t. No offense, honey, but you weren’t in any shape to do much of anything.”

She looked down and clasped her arms over her chest. Too bad to cover up such great tits.

“Nice try, but I’ve seen them before.”

“Just…leave, please, Rock.”

“After I just made you a breakfast of champions? That’s no way to treat me.”

“I never asked you to—”

“Hey. There was no way for me to leave and to lock your deadbolt, so I stayed.”

“Where did you…” She rubbed her temples again. “God. My head.”

“In the recliner.”

She eyed me. “You look so…”

She was staring at me like I was a side of prime beef. I couldn’t help flexing my pecs just a little.

Then she turned around and ran back into her room.

Maybe I didn’t look so great after all.

I set two plates on her small table and poured myself a cup of black coffee. The only way to drink it. After I cleaned my plate and she hadn’t returned, I stood and walked into her room to check on her.

The bathroom door was shut. I knocked softly. “Baby? You all right?”

“Fine. Just go, please.”

“You need some breakfast.”

“Not hungry.”

“It will make you feel better.”

“Ugh. No, it won’t.”

“How about some strong coffee?”

“No. Please. Just go.”

I didn’t want to leave her alone, but what choice did I have? It was daylight now, so I didn’t feel quite as bad about leaving her without deadbolting her door. She had a regular lock as well.

I went back out to the living room to gather my clothes, when my phone buzzed against my thigh.

26

Lacey

I wasn’t nauseated. Just embarrassed with a hammering headache.

He looked like a god standing in my kitchen, spatula in hand, with nothing on but wrinkled jeans.

He’d been a perfect gentleman last night, which went against what I assumed to be his nature.

Maybe I was wrong about him.