Heat flared in my cheeks. I hated that he was right. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to suppress the way my body responded to just the sight of him. “You do this for all the women you tie to your bed?” I asked, trying to sound casual, unaffected as I reached for the steaming cup of coffee.

Legend’s smirk didn’t falter. “No.”

I lifted a brow. “So I’m... special?”

“Very.” The way he said it—so direct, so absolute—made it believable. I took a slow sip of coffee, needing a distraction, needing to ground myself. “Eat,” he ordered, “then we’ll talk about what comes next.”

I hesitated, my stomach twisting slightly at those last words. Because what the fuck was next? I took my first bite of food and hummed in satisfaction. Legend sat across from me eating his food and stealing glances at me like he was figuring out what to do with me.

I took another sip of coffee, letting the heat settle in my chest, even though it did nothing to quiet the unease buzzing in my head. Because reality was starting to creep back in. This wasn’t a normal morning after. There was no awkward tension and no question of where this was going because we already knew. This was temporary. A weekend. A business transaction wrapped in extreme pleasure. And yet, sitting before him, wrapped in his damn sheets and eating food he had made with his own hands had me thinking. Like maybe… just maybe we could...

“You’re thinking too much, Honey,” Legend muttered, pulling me from my thoughts.

I blinked, my fork pausing midair. “Excuse me?”

He smirked slightly, fingers drumming lightly against the marble counter. “You’ve barely said a word. That mind of yours is working overtime.”

I exhaled through my nose, setting my fork down. “Well, forgive me for processing.”

He lifted a brow, his smirk deepening. “Processing what, sweetheart?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like last night wasn’t…” I trailed off, shaking my head, trying to find the right words.

Legend watched me closely, his fingers still tapping against the counter like he was letting me work through whatever storm of emotions was brewing inside me. Finally, he spoke. “Last night was exactly what it was supposed to be.”

I scoffed. “Oh? And what the fuck was that?”

He smirked. “Me showing you how good it feels to surrender.”

A slow heat curled in my stomach at his words, but I ignored it. Because this wasn’t about how good it had felt. It was about how effortless it had been to give in to him. How easy it was to let him pull me under. I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. “So what now?”

Legend didn’t blink. “Now, we finish what we started.”

My breath caught because there was no hesitation in his voice. No gray area. No bullshit. Only certainty. “You really don’t expect me to last the whole weekend, do you?”