“They’ll have to come back,” he said.
“Why? Baby Blue is already comfy.”
“We’re going to be very busy, Vivi.”
Oh, lovely.
I thought that.
I went for coy.
“We are?”
“Quiet and kiss me,” he ordered.
“So bossy.”
“All right, I’ll kiss you.”
After rolling on top of me (scattering cats), he did.
And then we got busy.
Indeed, we were so occupied, we didn’t see the muted blue, green and purple lights dancing through the windows that faced the ballroom.
And once we passed out, we definitely didn’t see the light change only to blue.
Before it faded away.
CHAPTER 17
THE BREAKFAST
A soft knock on the door roused me from a deep sleep.
For a second, I didn’t know what was happening.
Then my bed moved, since my bed was a tall, built, sex god aristocrat. I was gently set on my belly on soft sheets as Battle slid out from under me.
Blinking and pushing up on an elbow, I watched him pull on his pajama bottoms then go to the door.
He opened it a smidge and immediately looked down.
He then opened it fully, bent, grabbed something and came up with a wide silver tray. He kicked the door closed with his foot as he walked what looked to be breakfast toward the bed.
“Um…” I didn’t quite start as I gathered the sheets and duvet to me.
We weren’t loud, as such.
But it seemed the girls knew of last night’s activities.
Unless they routinely brought breakfast to his door when the staff were away.
Battle set the tray on the bed, stating, “I would be touched if that didn’t look appalling.”
I turned my attention to the tray.
Burnt toast. What appeared to be solid oatmeal. Badly hacked into grapefruit halves in bowls. A pot of jam. Two coffee cups in saucers, a little jug of creamer, and a cafetière of what appeared to be the strongest pot of coffee ever made.
