It was boring even when I was there. Maybe you should find something else.
I have a feeling fashion merchandiser opportunities don’t grow on trees.
I wanted to encourage him to pursue something else, but the truth was, this job literally fell into my lap…because I was sleeping with a man who made shit happen.
We should get together and catch up.
Sounds good to me.
Luca came out of the shower in just his sweatpants, looking hot as hell, eyes dark as midnight. My eyes were enjoying the feast before me when Andre lightly knocked on the door.
“It’s open,” Luca said without raising his voice.
Andre entered and rolled his cart to the dining table, careful not to look at us.
Luca sat in the armchair and pulled out his phone, firing off text messages even though it was a Saturday.
Andre set the table and left without a word, like he understood that his client hated small talk or engagement of any kind.
Luca continued to type on his phone, so I walked to the table, seeing the breakfast feast sitting there, waffles with fresh berries and whipped cream on top. Scrambled eggs with cheese and a side of potatoes and bacon were also served.
Luca’s breakfast was different, an egg white omelet with veggies and a side of bacon. No pancakes for him.
“Why does your breakfast look so sad?”
Luca finished up with his phone and joined me at the table. “I can’t eat whatever I want all the time.”
I looked him over. “Actually, I’m pretty sure you can.”
He dropped his linen into his lap and took a bite of his bacon with a slight smirk. “What do you want to do today?”
“What do you mean?”
“Somewhere you want to go? Something you want to do? I’ve never had a weekend guest before.” Arms on the table, he dug into his food with insatiable hunger.
Watching him work out and shower was obviously hot, but there was something about watching him clear a plate that was sexy too. “Well, I definitely don’t want to go anywhere. And I definitely don’t want todoanything but you.”
That slight smirk was there, expertly contained. He took another bite and masked it. “Fine with me.”
The day passed in the blink of an eye, and it was dark outside the windows. We started off on the couch and ended up in bed. Sheets scalding hot from the heat generated by his fat muscles, he was a personal furnace everywhere we went.
He was a great lover, doing all the work while I lay there and enjoyed it. But this was a two-way street, and the best way to a man’s heart was not through his stomach, but his dick. My hand cupped his cheek, and my fingers lightly touched his jawline. “Fuck me in the ass.”
There was a slight reaction in his eyes at my words, a surprise he could barely contain. It remained there for a second or two before his countenance hardened in a way I’d never seen before. Not like he was aroused, but something else. “Are you into that?”
“I am if you are.”
His stare remained, and then it deepened, as if he was trying to solve a complicated problem in his mind.
This was not the reaction I’d expected from Luca. I had a good sense of men, and he seemed like someone who was game for anything. Like he’d be into taboo stuff. Like he’d choke a girl out if she asked. But now, his eyes were veiled in suspicion, like something I said had set something off.
I waited for him to accept my invitation, but he left it hanging. “That’s not what I want with you.”
The rejection stung, but then I wondered if it was a rejection at all, perhaps a sign of respect…or affection…or something instead.
He rolled on top of me, and his lips found my neck, kissing my throat and my jawline until his mouth drifted to mine. He kissed me hard then soft before he folded me underneath him, taking me the same way he’d already taken me twice that day, face-to-face.
We had dinner together at Robert et Louise and then walked down the road until we arrived at a courtyard with several businesses, people sitting outside cafés and enjoying their drinks and cigarettes. REŸS was there, a gelateria that I’d visited before. “Ooh, can we stop here?”
