When I woke the next morning to find Lorenzo in his office, I didn’t know what to expect. It sure as hell wasn’t a marriage proposal. Talk about jumping in with both feet before coffee.
When I found him staring off into nothing as he looked out toward the backyard. I could tell he was troubled. Thinking heavily. He was in deep thought and though a tiny part of me felt as if I was intruding. I should have left his office and leave him to whatever was bothering him when he turned and smiled at me.
I should have gone with my gut.
Now, I was under the belief that he had hit his head, lost his mind, or possibly started day drinking because who in the hell asks someone to marry them after only knowing them for only four days.
Four!
I had a half-eaten pizza in my mini-fridge that was older!
Besides, this wasn’t the old south, where when a man compromised a woman, they rushed to a preacher. Hell no. This was the twenty-first century. Men and women didn’t have to marry after sex.
Sex was just that. Sex.
The man may be a God in bed but that wasn’t a reason to marry him. Not that I had anything or anyone to compare him to.
Speaking of which…Oh. My. GOD!
Just thinking about what he did to my body had me blushing and my nether regions soaking. The man was gifted, that was for sure. As for how my first time went, I think I hit the jackpot in that department. If he wanted to recap any of it, I was game.
I should have known that the most aggravating man on the planet was good at something. He may lack common sense and personal drive but man could he deliver in the bedroom.
The man had a gift.
Truly, he did.
I thought for sure he would be happy, gloating, preening and strutting around like a peacock. But he wasn’t. He was quiet. I may not know the man like my sister but even I knew that when a man was silent, that was a big indication that something was wrong.
So, imagine my surprise when he opened his mouth spouting love and marriage. Instead of talking about the real problem he diverted to his basic instinct of deflection and asked me to marry him. If I hadn’t known him at all I would have sworn he was being sincere. That he truly wanted to marry me. But that was ridiculous. No one fell in love with someone after four days. That shit didn’t happen and it surely didn’t happen with me. I was all for a repeat of last night’s activities, some actual intellectual conversation but not marriage.
Nope. Not first thing in the morning.
Leaving him alone to figure out whatever was bothering him, I headed to the kitchen. I needed coffee in the worst way and I was starving. Who knew that amazing sex would make me ravenous?
Gathering all the ingredients I needed, I started making breakfast.
I had just loaded my plate when Lorenzo walked in, sitting on a barstool and asked, “What’s for breakfast?”
“Nothing special. Just eggs, biscuits and gravy, with a side of bacon and some fruit,” I said, sliding a plate before him.
“Damn woman. I’m going to need to hit the gym after this,” he said, picking up his fork and digging in.
I didn’t bother commenting because the man was perfectly fit as far as I was concerned. Not an ounce of fat on his body. Unlike me, who could use a walk and maybe some high-octane cardio. The man was seriously fit and muscled in all the right places. I never was one of those people who exercised and ate right. Not that I didn’t believe in it, I just believed in books more. I ate what I wanted and instead of catching a ride to campus, I walked, preferring the sun and fresh air to mind-numbing car rides and cramped buses.
Nothing was said as I watched him eat his breakfast and when he was done, he got up, rinsed off his plate, put it in the dishwasher and walked out of the kitchen without another word.
Hmm…he did have manners.
I had just placed my plate beside his, when his brother Giovanni walked in the back door. “Good morning, Donnie.”
“Giovanni,” I replied then asked. “Are you hungry? I made breakfast.”
“No thank you Donnie. However, I wouldn’t turn down a cup of coffee.”
Smiling, I grabbed a cup and poured him some coffee. Placing it before him, I had just turned away from him when he asked, “Did you sleep well?”
Stopping, I slowly turned back to him and said, “Excuse me?” because if he was asking what I thought he was asking, I was going to kill Lorenzo. It was one thing to engage in a private moment, but sharing that moment with others was just plain inconsiderate, not to mention so fucking high schoolish!