Rolling over toward the empty side of the bed like I do every morning so I can stretch out properly, it happens again. My bed smells like Forrest, which I can’t understand. The sheets on my bed are fresh ones.

Surely his sex smell isn’t that strong that it seeped into the pillow after I slept in here without a shower. Giggling to myself, I get up and figure that I’m just imagining it. It’s my brain trying to tell me it wants another night of sex with him, but that’s a really bad idea. I smack my forehead to remind my stupid brain why we do it this way.

Plus, we managed to have one night of sex and can still stand to be around each other without the world exploding, so let’s not risk a second night and ruin it all. Well, at least I think that is the case. We will find out shortly after I shower and head out for breakfast.

Please don’t let me be wrong about this.

But the moment our eyes meet in the kitchen, I discover I’m in trouble, and judging by the smile creeping up his face, he knows it.

Tingles release, and my heart thumps harder.

Damn, it’s the wrong kind of explosion between us that I was worrying about.

Oh boy, how the hell do I get out of this?

Chapter Nine

HARPER

“Good morning.” I continue to where Forrest is standing, dressed and ready to leave.

There is something about a man in a suit and tie. Especially when the suit is tailored to fit him perfectly. Hugs his body at the waist just like it should, which accentuates the broad shoulders, and if I’m lucky and get to see him without the jacket on, the bulging biceps in a business shirt and the tight ass in the perfectly fitted pants is worth waiting for. Drool worthy.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” he asks as he pushes my coffee toward me, along with a plate with a piece of toast with avocado, chopped tomatoes, and a slice of smoked salmon on the side.

“Not sure I can ever look at an avocado the same way again.” We both laugh as I take a seat at the counter and take a sip of my coffee. “Slept great. Thanks for making my bed for me, or do you have a housekeeper that comes in? I forgot to ask.” I take the first bite of my breakfast, and while I’m chewing away, he just watches me and drinks his coffee.

“I usually have a housekeeper, but I gave him a paid holiday while you are here. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” He moves from where he was leaning on the cupboard and pulls the door of the dishwasher open to put his empty cup in.