"I'm committing sexism against myself? Not sure how that works. If you don't want the eggs, I'll dump them down the garbage disposal."
"No, I'll eat them."
She set the frying pan in the sink.
I watched her reheat the pancakes and bacon in the microwave, though my attention frequently wandered to her ass. Her loose-fitting shirt seemed to make those perfect cheeks even more enticing.
Once she'd portioned out the rest of our meal, she perched on her own stool and picked up her fork, spearing a chunk of eggs.
"Did you sleep well last night?" I asked.
She froze with the forkful of egg poised between her open lips. Her eyes rolled up to stare at me. "Huh?"
"I asked if you slept well."
"Oh. Yes, fine." She shoved the food into her mouth and chewed it. "How about you?"
"Very well." I ate some of my food while keeping an eye on her, trying to gauge when would be the right time to bring up the subject of last night. After eating half of a pancake, I couldn't wait any longer. "Did you enjoy the show last night?"
Eve dropped her fork. It clattered onto her plate, and the chunk of pancake impaled on the tines broke in half. "Excuse me?"
"Last night. When you watched me. Did you enjoy it?"
Her eyes flew wide, and her cheeks turned slightly pink. "I—well—"
I picked up a slice of bacon and bit off a piece.
She sat up straighter, staring down at her lap, and took a deep breath that she exhaled little by little. At last, she raised her face to me. "How did you know I was there?"
"I saw you in the mirror."
"Mirror?" She winced as realization hit her. "The one on the dresser. I didn't think about that."
"That mirror was angled just right to let me see you." I bit off another piece of bacon and chewed it so I could take a moment to savor the pinkness of her cheeks and the way her breasts rose and fell. "You came, didn't you? I heard the little noises you tried to muffle by pressing your face to the wall."
To her credit, she didn't look away or try to deny it. Despite the faint blush coloring her cheeks, she stayed calm and resolute.
"Why deny it?" she said. "Yes, I came. Twice."
I couldn't help smirking. "Eve Holt won't go nude in front of her guests, but she is a voyeur."
"How is it voyeurism when you left your door open? I bet you did that on purpose, hoping I'd see you."
"Do you?" I chuckled. "All right. Yes, I did. I wanted you to see what you're missing."
She shook her head, her lips stretching into a closed-mouth smile. "I'd already seen that. I Googled you yesterday. Unfortunately, I couldn't watch your sex tape since I found only a still photo from it."
"The leaked video was taken down by the site where the thief uploaded it. At least half the world had already seen it by then." I dipped my finger into the syrup on my plate and thrust it into my mouth, drawing my finger out slowly, loving the way Eve's breath caught when I licked it and sucked the tip. Maybe she guessed that I was imagining doing the same thing to her. "I have the original on my phone if you'd like to see it. Marina and I recorded it on my phone, and I didn't bother to delete it. I never imagined my assistant would leak the tape. After that, everybody had seen it anyway."
"Did you watch your own video last night? Is that why you were jerking off?"
"No, I was fantasizing about you." I reached across the island to rub my thumb over her lips. "You can kiss me again anytime you want, anywhere you want. And I don't mean you can do it in the kitchen or in the bathroom. I mean anywhere on my body."
As her gaze traveled over me, the parts she could see above the island, the stiff peaks of her nipples jutted against her shirt. When her eyes met mine again, her pupils had enlarged.
I swirled my fingertip in the syrup on my plate, keeping my gaze nailed to hers. "How hard did you come for me last night?"
She touched the fingers of one hand to her throat, grazing them down to her collarbone. When she spoke, her voice had gone sultry. "Those were the best orgasms I've ever had."