Seducing The Boss (Pulse #2) - Mari Carr Page 0,18

Score, simply because it was the closest and had the best food. Though as administrator of the facility it pained him to admit it, the hospital’s cafeteria left a lot to be desired.

“That’s insane. And maybe not entirely healthy.”

He chuckled at her disbelief. “It’s practical and convenient. Though, I’ll admit I’m curious. Where did you find that food?” On the counter was a pound of bacon, a loaf of freshly baked bread, and a dozen eggs.

“I called the market down the street and asked if they delivered.”

“There’s a market near here?” he joked.

“I’ll write down the number for you in case you ever get a wild hair and decide to fend for yourself. I ordered enough food to get us through the rest of today. In addition to this, I got some sandwich meat, salad fixings, and a couple of juicy steaks you’re going to grill for dinner.”

Grilling was the one thing he was a master of when it came to preparing meals. However, he didn’t bother except when he had company.

“Sounds good.” Kellan struggled to keep up with her plans. There was something frighteningly domestic about the whole thing. Her making breakfast, their discussing dinner plans.

She glanced over her shoulder. “About the only thing I could find around here was wine. I put a bottle of white in the fridge for me. I hope that’s okay. I know you like red better.”

“White is fine,” he replied, trying to decide if he liked or hated what was going on here. Sex was one thing, but this?

She gestured behind her with the spatula. “Coffee is ready if you want some.”

One weekend.

He repeated the time limit in his head. After all, he was the one who’d extended the invitation, and it wasn’t like he was anywhere near finished doing all the stuff he wanted to do with her in the bedroom. So, they’d play house for two days, fuck each other senseless, and then return to business as usual on Monday.

Kellan poured himself a cup of coffee as she dished the scrambled eggs and bacon onto the plates. Then she buttered the toast and added it to the mountain of food. It looked and smelled delicious, and he tried to remember what was so bad about this sort of thing anyway. Playing house wasn’t the end of the world; it was just a bonus. Besides, home cooked meals were few and far between in his world.

She carried the plates as he grabbed their coffee cups and they sat down together. That was when he realized the sun was still too low in the sky.

“What time is it?” he asked.

She glanced at the clock. “Late. Eight thirty.”

He frowned. “Eight thirty is late? Good God. It’s the weekend.”

Sara ignored him as she scooped up some eggs. “We were in bed well before nine last night.”

“I think that ‘early to bed’ argument is null and void if you weren’t actually asleep.”

Kellan enjoyed Sara’s blush at his reminder of exactly what they’d been doing in bed.

“Whatever. Stop complaining and eat,” she said.

Kellan popped a piece of bacon into his mouth, then a scoop of the eggs. The food was delicious. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d eaten a hot breakfast at this table. His morning routine lately consisted of swinging through the Starbucks drive-thru for a large coffee and sometimes a pastry on the way to work.

They ate in companionable silence as Kellan considered paying a visit to the market one day next week to load up the cupboards. How long would it take him to fry up an egg and a couple pieces of bacon each morning?

Then he considered Sara’s attire. “You said the market delivered the food?”

She nodded as she finished the last bite of her toast.

“And you answered the door wearing that?”

Sara glanced down. “This T-shirt hangs to mid-thigh. I sure as hell wasn’t putting the dress and heels back on just to grab a bag of groceries from some pimply-faced teenaged boy.”

Kellan leaned back in his chair. “A boy.”

Sara snickered. “Jealous?” Her words were meant as a tease. He knew that, but there was something about the idea of Sara answering the door half-dressed that bothered him.

“What’s under the shirt?”

Her amusement turned to confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Bra? Panties?”

“I left my panties at the restaurant. You know that.”

“And the bra?” he repeated.

She pointed toward the front of the house. “Still on the living room floor. But it’s not like I’m so well endowed I need it. I’m perfectly decent in this