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Burke pointed at his eggs with his fork, appreciatively. “Your superpower is your cooking.”

“One of them maybe,” I winked.

Burke swallowed and turned to face me. He looked me up and down for a moment, as if I’d just gotten there and he was seeing me for the first time.

“So you’re my girlfriend today?”

“I’m your girlfriend every day,” I shrugged. “Today just happens to be your day off.”

He grunted again. “So I suppose you’re gonna wanna do something?”

“Well yeah,” I smirked, tapping him in the chest with the back of my hand. I really didn’t have to, I just wanted to.

“But first I’ve got clients,” I said. “Weekly meal preps and a luncheon to prepare. I should be done by mid-afternoon, though. In time for dinner for sure.”

He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up. I was a little disappointed to learn he was wearing boxers, but they were tight boxers, so I really couldn’t complain.

“So what are we doing for dinner?” he asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me. I’m the girlfriend, remember?”

“Yeah, but you’re also our cook.”

I smirked up at him. “I’ll cook if you want. Or… you could ask me on a date.”

Burke yawned and started scanning the room — presumably for his shirt. I knew exactly where it was, but I’d be damned if I was going to tell him.

“What do you usually do on your days off?” I asked.

“Wake up later than this,” he smirked.

“And what else?”

“I work out first. Then I shower. Shit. Shave.”

“Ah, the holy Trinity of manliness.”

“Maybe I run some errands. Come back, grab lunch, do a little work.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You work on your day off?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“That kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he opened a drawer and pulled a fresh T-shirt over his head, flexing his beautiful V-shaped lats in the process.

“I like to stay in usually,” he said. “But if you really want to go out—”

“There’s no need to go out,” I jumped in. “You just relax, enjoy your day off. I’ll make us something here when I get back. Then… you and I can hang.”

“Hang?”

“Yeah,” I said, holding up the skeleton key. “Maybe even go exploring.”

At that he laughed. “Exploring, huh?”

“Do you know every room and closet in this place?” I asked him.


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