She finally lifted her head and smiled at him. “Thanks?”
“What a great way to start the day.”
“Don’t think that was for your benefit Mr. Prosecutor.” Her eyes narrowed teasingly.
He laughed, “Really?”
“I had a selfish motive.”
“Well, you can be as selfish as you want in that department.”
“I can’t help myself Lance, look what you have done to me,” she accused with a satiated sigh.
“I’ve turned you into an insatiable goddess. Big deal. You’ll get no complaint from me.”
She chuckled and shook her head before laying it back down on his chest again. She could hear the strong beat of his heart.
“I’m still hungry.”
She burst into laughter.
***
It was after eleven when they made their way to the kitchen. Mavis had made them a hearty breakfast of fruit, eggs, bacon and toast. Surprisingly, Tammy had doubled her appetite. Lance seemed to notice and he chuckled at her while drinking his coffee.
She looked at his plate which was already scraped clean.
He shrugged seeing her amused expression. “I always eat like this. You, however, don’t.”
“It’s your fault.” After he stated he was hungry, they went their separate ways. Tammy went back to her room to get dressed. He knocked on the door fifteen minutes later to escort her to the kitchen. Always a gentleman. Lance was now wearing a dark navy pinstriped suit while she was back in yoga pants. He’d showered too and smelled divine. His hair was neatly combed; he was clean shaven, and drop dead gorgeous. Her eyes soaked him up. She knew exactly what he looked like under his clothing, and despite the fact that they’d made love that morning, she still felt a current of desire heat up her pelvis. She was impossibly smitten and returned her attention to her plate to take it off of him. He was obviously going somewhere, but it wasn’t her right to ask. She didn’t want to be clingy and nosey.
“Possibly.” He took another sip of coffee to hide his triumphant smile. His eyes however, couldn’t hide the wickedness.
She shook her head and cleaned her plate despite his teasing and climbing ego.
“You are just so refreshing. Isn’t she Mavis?” He asked while keeping his attention on her.
“Most definitely sir,” she agreed easily. Mavis took the dishes and offered her another cup of coffee.
Tammy refused politely. “I’ll be climbing the walls if I do. Thank you Mavis.”
“Yes Miss Easler.”
It was obvious what the two of them had been doing over the last twenty-four hours, yet Mavis acted as if there was nothing different. She would have noticed that her bed wasn’t slept in this morning too. Tammy pushed down her embarrassment. She was an adult, and it was obvious from Mavis’ lack of reaction that he’d had women here many times before. It was something she didn’t want to think about. The thought of him with another woman, the way he was with her made bile rise in her throat. Gosh, now she knew what real jealousy tasted like. She was better than that. She’d promised herself that she would not let those things affect her.
Tammy returned her attention to Lance after Mavis had left. “Refreshing?”
“Yes. You are always yourself no matter what.”
“Of course I am.” She agreed.
“I meant, that if it were someone else, no matter how hungry, she would just pick at the food.”
“Well,” she smiled. “Clearly you date the wrong women.”
“Clearly,” he chuckled. He finished his coffee and stood up. He then cupped her chin in his fingers and tilted her head to examine the bruise.
“It’s not that bad,” she murmured trying to ease the mixture of concern and anger in his eyes.
