His smile widened. “I made them.”
I cocked my head. “Really? You can cook?”
My skepticism amused him. “It’s not rocket science—which I can also do, by the way. Yeah, I made them to thank you for last night. Do you want them or not?”
I reached for the plate, but snatched my hand back as my towel began to unwrap. I grabbed it tightly with both hands.
Sebastian’s eyes lowered to my chest, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.
“I’ll put them on the table for you, if that’s okay?”
“Err, sure.” I opened the door wider and gestured for him to come inside.
He walked over to the kitchen table and laid the plate down gently.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling absurdly flustered.
That stupid trick of looking out the window hadn’t worked. As I faced Sebastian, I remembered last night’s dream all too vividly, including some things I hadn’t recalled before. Why did he have to wear that skimpy tank top that showed off his rounded biceps, pecs, and those sexy tattoos? NASA engineers weren’t supposed to look like him.
As I stood there clutching my towel, it occurred to me that I should display some basic hospitality.
“Do you want some coffee?”
His dimples flashed. “That would be great, thanks.”
“Have a seat.” I indicated the chair.
I tried not to feel self-conscious as I poured some lukewarm coffee into a cup.
“Do you want sugar?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Only a little milk.” Sebastian shoved back the chair and got to his feet. “Let me do it. You go change... If you want to.”
What was that pause between the two sentences? What did he mean, if I wanted to? Of course I wanted to. I had no intention of walking around in nothing but a towel, especially with him here.
I gave him a gracious smile, to show I could be a nice hostess even if I didn’t feel like it.
“Thank you. There’s milk in the fridge. I’ll only be a minute.”
I walked into my bedroom and shut the door a bit too firmly. If it had a lock, I would have locked it. It was stupid because Sebastian wasn’t the type to enter my bedroom uninvited and ravish me. The problem was whether or not I wanted to invite him in—which I definitely did not.
I yanked out a pair of cutoffs, a black tee, and, after a moment’s hesitation, a bra. I dressed quickly, ran a hand through damp hair, and firmly resisted the urge to check the mirror. I wasn’t trying to impress Sebastian.
I found him sitting at the kitchen table and sipping his coffee.
He looked up and smiled.
“I Drink Coffee for Your Protection.” He cocked his head as he read the inscription from my T-shirt. “Ouch. I hope the noise didn’t wake you. Mr. Gore installed a new lock on my door.”
I took the other chair and sat across from him. “It did, but it wasn’t your fault.”
“Then I’m really sorry. Please accept my peace offering.” He pushed the plate of waffles toward me.
I couldn’t stifle a smile. I went to get a plate, a fork, and a knife.
“Do you want some?”
He shook his head. “I’ve had mine. These are all yours.”
