“Last thing I want to do is go into work; fuck that,” she said, again with a laugh, though this one sounded a touch more resigned. “I envy Hailey for quitting her job and doing her thing. I wish I was my own boss.”
“You and me both,” I let slip before I caught myself.
Leigh arched an eyebrow at me.
“Don’t read too much into that. Everyone at the club thinks that they could do a better job running it than my father does.”
“So you’re saying we both hate our bosses?”
I smirked as the microwave beeped for the coffee. I pulled it out, let it waft up to my nostrils, and put it down to cool.
“Oh, I’m so jealous,” she said. “I could use a cup to wake me up.”
“Lucky you, I got one right here,” I said without any hesitation.
“But that’s—”
“Yours,” I said. “I’m already up.”
Leigh looked down, made a show of biting her tongue, and moved over to grab the cup.
“Yeah, you are.”
I chuckled and finished cooking the eggs. I slid them off into a bowl, placed them in the middle of the kitchen table, and put two plates out. I cooked the biscuit sandwich and also put it in front of her while Leigh sipped on her coffee in silence.
“Holy shit.”
“What?” I said, wondering if I’d fucked up the eggs somehow.
“No one ever cooks me breakfast the day after.”
There was a certain pain in her eyes that tugged at me—a look that said it was more than just cooking breakfast. No one had probably engaged her that much the day after like I was. I didn’t even think I was doing that much. I mean, just ten minutes ago, I was in the shower, keeping myself hard for her in the hopes she would join. It wasn’t exactly a selfless morning on my part.
“It was a matter of convenience,” I said, trying to brush it aside. “If it makes you feel more equal, hardly anyone stays the morning after to talk. Most just grab their shit and go.”
“Most probably have better things to do than go deal with a sexist boss.”
I snorted in response, but it was a gesture of understanding.
“Well, don’t be expecting Gordon Ramsey in here, but it’s food. And best part is, it’s on the house. Unless you want to pay me back in sex.”
Leigh’s smile told me my offer was taken well.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have Hailey’s guts to quit my job quite yet, so I’m going to have to decline. But I may take you up on it again.”
“May?”
Leigh laughed, having to stop herself from taking a bite of her biscuit.
“Would you really want to go down that road again?” she said, half-joking, half-serious. “You know my reputation. I know you’ve heard it.”
“Yeah, but trust me when I say I’m more fucked up than you are. I guarantee that.”
There was no joking in my voice.
“You don’t want to get close to me. Emotionally, at least. I’ll fuck you all weekend long if you let me; sex was fucking great.”
“You say all of this as if you’re trying to warn me when in reality, it’s all green lights,” Leigh said with a smile that belied…something. “That sounds great. No strings attached? Great sex? What’s not to like?”
