bra. Nipples plotting devilishly) and a pair of UT sweat-shorts that says TEXAS across my ass.
Lifting up two bags to show me, he thrusts one at me and I take it to the dining room table.
“You’re not a morning person, are you?” his smile tells me he is most amused.
Unloading the bag, there are two large coffees, I pop the lid of the first one, then the other and hand Hale the black coffee. Two croissants, four breakfast tacos, a bag of beignets and a large container of fresh-squeezed orange juice. Grabbing plates, glasses and utensils from the kitchen, I bring them out to the dining room table and sit down across from Hale.
After the first sip of coffee has permeated my bloodstream and the caffeine has done what it’s paid to do, I am finally able to speak. With a smile, “What a nice surprise. Thank you for bringing over breakfast.”
How can a man make sipping coffee from a cardboard cup look so damn sexy? I wonder how many days it’s been since he last shaved, his stubble beard is so thick and dark. So masculine. I want to run my fingertips over it to feel the sharp sting and even more than that, I wonder how it would feel scratching the skin of my neck following his lips and teeth. My thighs twitch at the thought and I’m too afraid to look down and see what my nipples are doing. I can hear them screaming, “Bite me through the shirt.” “Yeah, bite her, but suck me.” I silently tell them, “Shut up, sluts.”
“I hope you like the assortment.” He’s looking for validation.
“Perfect. Coffee and tacos make me very happy.”
“You were so cute that you couldn’t speak before you drank coffee.
Laughing, “I’m glad you find that cute.”
“Your mussed up morning look is very cute, too.”
The Google images flood my mind, “Yeah, not quite what you’re used to. I don’t quite have that model in the morning thing going.”
His coffee cup comes down with a thud and he’s looking at me like I’m crazy. “Sierra, they don’t hold a candle to you.”
“Yeah, right,” I scoff.
Shaking his head, like he’s disgusted with me. “Starting this week we are going to be sleeping, eating and breathing TFV1, so I was hoping we could take some time before the craziness kicks in to get to know each other better. We’ve known one another for several months now and I hardly know a thing about you. And I want to. I know that after today you’re going to be seeing a very different person in me at the office. As we go into the homestretch, there are matters that are going to require my complete focus. So, I might seem more than a bit distant to you.”
I want to tell him everything about me. I want him to know and understand who I am. It’s just not as easy as he makes it out to be. But I fear this window of opportunity he’s describing. Like the Hale I know is about to disappear. And I don’t want him to go.
“I have an idea,” I smile at him. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed.”
“You look fine to me.” He’s staring at my nipples.
I look down at my high-beams. “They like you, too. But I really need them to behave in public.”
He laughs, totally surprised by my admission. I’m talking about my nipples to the man.
A few minutes later I emerge in jeans and sneakers, wearing a hoodie over a black tank top that is much less revealing, and hand Hale a long clear plastic pack filled with bright rainbow colors.
He looks at it for a moment, “A kite?”
“A dual control kite,” I clarify. “I got it as a gift and I’ve never used it. And today is cool and breezy, so I thought maybe we could go over to Zilker Park and fly it.”
“Do you know how to fly a kite?”
I shake my head no. “Hold onto a handle and run?” My ventured guess is bringing out his sexy smile.
“This should be good,” he laughs. “Let’s go.”
Maneuvering both my body and the kite into the Lotus is a feat.
“That just might be harder than getting in here in a short skirt.” There was no way he was going to miss that opportunity to tease me.
Looking over at his beautiful profile and stubble-covered jaw, I realize that I can’t deny how much I really enjoy being in his company.
“I like being with you,”