I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand on her side of the bed. “Almost seven.”
She moaned, and my body pulsed in response to the sound. “I have to get up.”
“Not a morning person, huh?” I asked with a laugh.
“Hardly. Hallease always beats me into the office. I make up for it by staying late.”
I sat up in the bed. “Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“Cabinet above the bathroom sink,” she said, eyes still closed.
I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The night before I hadn’t really gotten to look at her space. Most of the apartment was done in a modern style. Most of the furnishings were shades of green and gray. I liked her style. It was comfortable instead of cluttered.
After brushing my teeth, I headed to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee started.
I pulled her refrigerator open and grinned, finding not much else aside from a Tupperware container of food she’d probably brought home from her mother’s, bottles of water, and creamer for the coffee.
“What’s so funny?” Jocelyn asked, entering the kitchen.
I looked up. “You…”
My cock beat as if it had come alive and, for the first time, I realized that I only wore my boxer briefs. I took in the sight of her in a pair of short shorts and that same thin T-shirt from the night before.
“Babe, unless you want me to bend you over your counter for breakfast, I suggest you go put some actual clothes on,” I growled.
Her lips parted and she dropped her gaze down the length of her body, seeming to realize she was still half-naked. Without another word, she scampered off. Seconds later, I heard a door slam, and the shower started to run.
Resisting the urge to bust through the door and climb in the shower with her, I headed back to her bedroom and put on my clothes from the night before.
I laughed to myself, staring at the crumpled sheets on the bed. The previous night was the first time I’d ever spent the night at a woman’s place and didn’t fuck her. Don’t get me wrong, everything in me wanted to go there with Jocelyn. It was inevitable. But I wanted to take my time with her because I knew once we went there, it would be explosive.
I still wanted to talk to Corey first. I wasn’t about to leave a message on his voicemail telling him I was screwing his sister. What type of shit would that be?
“Are you planning on pouring the coffee or just standing there with it in your hand?”
I looked down to see the pot of coffee in one hand with one of Jocelyn’s mugs in the other. “I was trying to calculate how much this thing weighs.” I held up the massive mug and then filled it three-quarters of the way. “You think you bought it big enough?”
All the mugs in her cabinets were that size.
She huffed. “I need a lot of coffee to get me going in the mornings.”
“So, I see.”
She rolled her eyes and poured the hazelnut coffee creamer into her cup. I made my cup but kept my eyes on her. It was as if I couldn’t stop watching her.
“You have an early morning meeting?”
“Not a meeting, per se. More of a tail. I suspect the SO of one of my clients is meeting someone for breakfast at a local hotel, and it’s the perfect opportunity to snap some images and maybe hit the jackpot.”
She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled at me over the brim of her mug.
I leaned back against the counter and carefully studied the excitement on her face. “You like your job now, huh?”
“Of course. Starting my own company was the best decision I ever made regarding my career.”
“Then you know you have me to think for that, right?”
“How do you figure that?”
