Brandon (Anderson Billionaires #3) - Melody Anne Page 0,73

one more thing to like about him. He’d told her he didn’t cook, yet he was currently in her kitchen making them something to eat while singing Christmas carols. She’d waited long enough to see him.

She climbed out of bed and threw on her satin robe, then quietly climbed down her stairs and leaned in the doorway to the kitchen. Brandon’s back was to her, and she wore a big smile as she watched his shirtless back swaying as he flipped some hash browns. He was going all out, it appeared.

She stood there for at least a full minute before he turned, his beautiful eyes boring into hers. The smile he wore grew even wider, if that was possible, and she answered with one of her own.

He dropped the spatula and walked to her, throwing his arms around her and giving her a good-morning kiss that had her toes curling. When he finally pulled back, she was warm and tingly and thinking this was the only way to wake up.

“Good morning, beautiful. I was wondering if you were going to sleep all day,” he said as he brushed her hair behind her ears before cupping her cheek. It was hard to turn away from him, but she did and looked at the clock over the stove.

“It’s only seven thirty. I don’t think that’s sleeping the day away. Besides, we didn’t get to sleep until at least three this morning,” she pointed out.

“But you said you had to be at work by nine, so I was going to wake you in about five minutes.”

Just as he spoke, her teakettle whistled, and her smile grew even more as she pulled away from his arms. “You’re my hero,” she muttered as she moved to it, where she found her favorite tea already waiting in a cup. He’d thought of everything this morning.

“I’ve been replaced by a cup of hot water,” he said. “It’s a sad day.”

She poured the hot water and let the tea steep while she pulled out her honey and the creamer. She doctored her drink just the way she liked it before cupping it in both hands and inhaling.

“I do love a great cup of coffee, but tea in the morning is so much more soothing. Smell how wonderful this is,” she said as she held it up to his nose.

“I have to admit it smells great,” he told her.

With her cup in her hands, she moved to the breakfast bar and sat down, taking little sips while she watched him move back to the stove. It was difficult not to stare at how beautiful he was with his low-hanging sweats on . . . and nothing else. It didn’t matter how much the two of them made love—she still wanted more.

It did take some restraint for her to not offer to help him as she watched him cook. But it truly was the thought that counted. Sure, she could make a gourmet breakfast, but he was cooking for her out of . . . she almost thought the word love. It was too soon for that. But he was doing it because he was that guy.

“Thank you for doing this,” she said as he placed a plate in front of her. He’d made hash browns, over-medium eggs, bacon, and biscuits. She took a bite and was surprised how good it tasted. She’d always been a fan of diner food, and this was a perfect replica of a diner breakfast.

She grabbed her biscuit and slathered it in strawberry jelly and sighed. There was nothing better than a warm, buttery, jellied biscuit to start your day. Okay, making love to Brandon might’ve been slightly better than the biscuit, but if they started that again, she’d certainly be late for work, and she absolutely didn’t have time for that on this day. It was going to be busy from the second she walked in until she crawled out of there that night.

“I might get more into cooking if you give me private lessons,” he told her as he sat next to her and began wolfing down his food. It appeared he’d worked up a bigger appetite than she had. Of course, he’d been doing a lot of thrusting. The thought made her giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing I’m willing to share,” she told him. “And I might be able to arrange some cooking lessons.”

He grinned at her, and before she was a quarter of the way through her plate, he was finished.