“In the foyer, are they not there anymore?” My teeth capture my lip nervously.
“I didn’t see anything.”
“Maybe someone already got to them then,” I shrug, heading to the island to take a seat on a stool.
I have a stack of pancakes in front of me when Malakai strolls into the kitchen, dressed in a grey pair of sweats and a form fitting white tee and I almost choke on the piece I have in my mouth. I’ve only seen him in suits, I didn’t even know the man owned casual butownit he does.
Fuck, he looks good in that. I can see the ridges and dips of his muscles through that skintight tee, his hair still messy from sleep, the growth around his mouth and up his cheeks thicker than it was the day before like he’s just rolled out of bed and threw on the first thing he found.
I like this just woke look, it makes him seem more human.
My eyes don’t stray from him as he heads to the coffee machine, placing a cup down before he presses the button and drags the sugar pot towards him.
And I continue to watch as he drops two heaped spoons into the freshly made brew and brings it to his lips.
Chapter Nineteen
I feel her eyes on me, and I’m not going to lie, it feels fucking good.
After the shit show of a council meeting that just kept going from bad to worse the longer it went on, I was disappointed to find she had separated our bed. Did I expect to hold her all night? Absolutely not but I’d found comfort in that scent of hers and it was muted because of all the damn pillows in the way.
Then I woke to an empty bed, her side long cold.
So, coming down to the kitchen to find her in a pair of blue jeans and cropped sweater was a sight. She looks good. Edible.
The moment I saw her I’d had an image flash in my mind of her spread out on that kitchen island, naked and sweaty and writhing while I got myself another taste of her. I can only imagine how divine it wouldbe directly from the source.
And now her eyes on me, devouring me like I was her in my mind. Who knew it would be a pair of grey sweats that caught her attention?
I make my coffee, grabbing the sugar to drop in a couple of spoons and stir it in, cradling the cup in my hand as I turn and lean on the counter, capturing her eyes.
She cocks a brow defiantly, a tiny devilish smirk toying on her mouth.
“Good morning, kitten,” I address her.
“Malakai,” She replies coldly, tucking back into the stack of pancakes with fresh berries sprinkled over them in front of her.
She flicks her eyes to me as I bring the cup to my lips but the way she looks makes me pause.
“What is it?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “Nothing.”
“That look suggests otherwise.”
I make a note not to invite her to our poker nights because that poker face is the worst one I’ve ever seen.
“Just didn’t know you owned sweatpants, Malakai.”
“You saw the gym.” I tell her, finally taking a sip of the coffee.
Only to spit it out, spraying the hot liquid across the shiny floor.
Olivia roars with laughter, clutching the edge of the island as if it’s the only thing keeping her seated. The salty taste in my mouth makes my tongue itch.
“What the fuck!?” I bellow.
She just laughs harder.
