“Where did they come from?”
“Somebody just dropped them off.” Eliza lifted up a pot of yoghurt, and tipped the breakfast basket so I could see its contents. “There are fresh croissants, pain au chocolat and those cute custard tarts I can never resist. Still warm. Plus, there are two scones with jam, and this.” She held up a mini can of squirty cream. “Apparently it’s for the scones.” She gave me a flirtatious smirk.
My body whooped with delight and begged me to get naked. My brain, however, wasn’t having any of it.
“Eliza, we really need to talk about last night…”
But she was already crawling over the bed like a predatory animal, all long limbs and silky skin. When she got to me, she got on her knees, and before I could finish my very sensible sentence about maintaining professional boundaries, she kissed me. Properly kissed me, with the kind of thoroughness that made my brain flip the sign on its front door to ‘Closed’.
“This can’t happen again,” I mumbled against her mouth, even as I was kissing her back.
“Absolutely not,” she agreed, her hands already finding the hem of my sweatshirt. “Terrible idea.”
“We have to focus on getting the job done…” I added, although I was helping her pull the bloody thing over my head.
“But today’s Sunday, day of rest,” she whispered, and then she was kissing my neck and I forgot why I’d objected in the first place.
In moments, I was naked on the bed, with Eliza on top of me, eyebrows raised in triumph.
“You’re pretty easily persuaded, just so you know.”
I blew out a breath. “You’re very persuasive. Especially when you’re naked.” Her tits begged to be touched, but I was still battling with myself. I think she saw something in my face, because she held up both hands, rolled off me, and pulled me to a sitting position.
“Why don’t we have our coffee first, and eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. You made me work hard last night.”
“I remember it well.” I leaned over and got my coffee, deflated that she’d pulled back. I was very aware I was a mass of contradictions this morning.
“I met Roka outside. She was getting coffee for her and Sasha.”
Eliza raised a solitary eyebrow. “It wasn’t just us that got lucky last night, then.” She passed me a plate, then a croissant.
As soon as I bit into it, I realised just how hungry I was. Between the getting-on-stage, the courtyard, and then the very exclusive after-party, there had been a lot of drinking and not much eating.
Not of food, at least.
Eliza finished her croissant, then immediately reached for the pain au chocolats, and handed one to me.
I bit into it, and let out a moan.
“You’re irresistible. Do that again,” she told me. Then she leaned over and kissed me again. Thoroughly, purposefully, so that my stomach flipped, and I groaned louder than I had for the pastry.
Damn her.
When I opened my eyes, her mouth was still inches from mine.
“I know you want to talk,” she said, her gaze dropping to my lips without any pretext of subtlety. “But can’t we just enjoy this for what it is? Two people, taking a weekend away, embracing nature?”
I snorted. “This is embracing nature?” I gestured towards our boujee surroundings.
She shrugged. “We had sex in a fucking forest. That is enough nature for me.”
“You are full of surprises, you know that? You have been one person all my life. Annoying. Infuriating. Gorgeous. But then, I get you in this tent, and you become this smouldering sex goddess.”
Now I really wanted to slam my head in a door. Why the hell had I said that?
Eliza perked right up at that description. “Sex goddess? Please put that rating on my TripAdvisor.”
“I’m sure you score highly, don’t be modest.” I paused, glancing up at her. “And please forget I said that. My mouth runs away with me sometimes.” To ensure nothing else stupid came out of it, I stuffed the rest of my pastry in my mouth.
