I stared at them and it struck me that they were seriously hot. Tall, great bodies, clothes that defined their well-toned muscles. Vance had black, shiny hair pulled back in a ponytail at his neck. Luke had short-clipped black hair and a mustache that was shaved precisely down the sides of his mouth.
I decided that Luke’s mustache was absolutely aces. Normally, a mustache like that on a man (in my personal opinion) would look pretty stupid. On him, it was fantastic.
“Mamita,” Hector muttered and my body jerked as I realized, belatedly, I was staring at Luke Stark’s mouth.
Oh no.
I figured certain sure I was in trouble.
Slowly, I looked up at Hector, expecting to be scorched by a Hector Glare.
Instead, his lips were twitching and he looked like he was having trouble not laughing.
Since I’d been awake for about five minutes and hadn’t had time to decide who I was going to be that morning (Ice Princess, New Sadie, Attitude Sadie, Take Charge Sadie, or some other Sadie perhaps After-A-Night-of-Loads-of-Amazing-Sex-with-Hector-Sadie), my personalities decided for themselves.
Attitude Sadie clicked in and snapped, “What’s funny now?”
I watched as he began to lose the fight with his hilarity.
“You,” he answered.
“What’s funny about me?” Attitude Sadie asked sharply.
“Everything, mamita,” Hector informed me, his eyes still lazy, his smile blazing white, Attitude Sadie having no affect on him at all, whatsoever. “You’re hilarious,” he added.
My eyes narrowed. “I am not hilarious. Especially not at six o’clock in the morning before I’ve had my coffee,” I retorted then, for some bizarre reason, I ranted on. “No. Wait. Never. I’m never hilarious. So, for the last time, stop laughing at me,” I finished on a haughty demand.
“Lover’s spat.” I heard Luke mutter and he sounded amused too. My eyes moved to him upon the unwelcome reminder that we had an audience and embarrassment edged Attitude Sadie into the background as Luke continued, “Time to go.”
Both Luke and Vance were still smiling. Luke’s half-smile had changed to engage his whole mouth and I tried not to look because, at the glance I caught, I knew a good look would definitely get me into trouble.
I decided to attempt to switch to New Sadie because Attitude Sadie was making me the laughingstock of the Hot Bunch.
Apparently everyone thought I was hilarious (except me).
“It’s not a lover’s spat. I just need coffee,” I informed them, trying to sound casual and like I often wandered around in pajamas in a kitchen full of handsome men after a night of sex and a mini-attitude-rant.
Still going for casual and confident, I pulled out of Hector’s arm and went to the coffee. I yanked out the pot, turned and held it up to the boys, asking sweetly, “Warm up? Luke? Vance?”
This gesture, for some reason, produced more amused looks.
Now, really, was it me?
What was so darned funny about offering coffee?
Finally, putting his mug down, Vance said, “Thanks, Sadie, got shit to do.”
Luke followed suit.
I wondered what “shit” they had to do at six o’clock in the morning.
Did these guys ever sleep?
I thought about asking the Rock Chicks, obviously they would know then I decided I didn’t want to know because their answers might scare me.
They said their good-byes, so did I, and Hector followed them to the front door.
I made myself coffee and tried to get my thoughts in order so I didn’t make an even bigger fool of myself.