“Morning,” he calls out, and as soon as he looks over his shoulder, I slide the robe down my arms, and it falls to my feet. He quickly does a double take and blinks.
“Good morning,” I sing-song, walking closer. “What’s for breakfast today?”
Staring, Eli licks his lips and studies me as I open the fridge and grab my creamer.
“Uh…thought I’d make you my famous toad in a hole dish,” he answers, then blinks. “Isn’t it a little…nippy to be walking around naked?”
Fuck yes, it is. “No, I’m pretty hot actually.” I go to the espresso machine and make him a cup of coffee. “Eggs in a basket sounds great.”
I feel his eyes on me as I move around, neither of us speaking as we work. He grabs two plates, and I get the forks, then we set everything on the kitchen table.
Eli places the pan of food in the middle. “Orange juice?”
“Is there still some left?” I ask.
“For one cup.”
“You have it then.”
“Nah. It’s yours if you want it.”
I arch a brow, grinning.
“The juice,” he emphasizes.
Dammit.
“We’ll share it,” I say. “Half each.”
“I can live with that.” He taps his knuckles on the table before going to the fridge. He returns with two glasses and sets them down. Then he leans in, grips my chin, and brings our mouths together.
I moan, loving the taste of him, and wrap my arms around his waist. Pulling him closer, I feel his cock growing hard against my chest, and know I’m getting to him.
Eli grabs my wrists from behind his back and moves them away.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not gonna work.”
“I’m not doing anything. I’m out of clothes and don’t know how to do laundry.” I bat my lashes innocently, grinning.
“Is that so?” He leans back, folding his arms.
I shrug, nonchalantly. “Yep. So it’s naked central until I can find a tutorial online.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “I just stuff all my clothes into the washer with the detergent. I don’t think it’s rocket science.”
“Most of my clothes are dry clean only.”
“You can borrow one of my T-shirts then.”
“Seems you’re out of them too since you’re going without one.” I lower my gaze down his body, admiring how delicious he looks. He even has a happy trail going from his belly button to below his sweats. God, I want him so badly.
“Nah. Just felt like giving you breakfast and a show.” He winks with a shit-eating smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Well, I can be your dessert if you’re still hungry…”
He places a finger under my jaw, then closes the gap between us. His mouth covers mine again, but he retreats too soon. “That’s tempting, it really is, but my answer is still no.”
I slouch back in my chair, pouting. How the hell didn’t this work? I’m fucking naked, for Christ’s sake!
“I’m really digging that tattoo, by the way.” He waggles his brows, and I quickly cross my arms over my breasts so he stops staring. I got a little butterfly underneath my left boob for my twenty-first birthday, and only my ex, Kendall, and the tattoo artist know about it.
“Too bad you’re choosing not to inspect it further,” I quip.
“I can see it fine without having sex with you. But the moment I touch you, you’ll be on me like white on rice. So…” He holds up his hands. “I’ll just admire from afar.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re only torturing yourself, you know? I hear blue balls is painful.”
“They can be. That’s why I’m going to take an extra-long shower this morning.”
Grinding my teeth, I growl and turn in my seat. He walks to the other side of the table with a stupid grin on his face. I grab his glass of orange juice and pour it into mine, leaving his empty. Then I look at him over the rim and scowl as he holds back his laughter. I know I’m being childish, but at this point, I don’t care. Eli is purposely withholding sex to make a point, but there has to be something that’ll make him snap.
And I’m going to figure out what it is.
After my embarrassing naked protest at breakfast, I take my robe and bare ass back to my room and decide if he’s not going to do the job, I’ll do it myself.
Chanel sits on my bed, watching me. “Don’t judge me.” I scowl, marching to my nightstand and finding my vibrator.
I turn it on and thank God the batteries aren’t dead. I brought it with me since I thought Zane and I would have lots of time to mess around. Instead, I’m single and taking care of myself. I’ll get in the tub and have my own fun.
There’s a knock on the door, and I smirk, hopeful Eli changed his mind.
“Yes?” I answer.
“Thought I’d bring you a shirt, ya know, in case you needed something to wear.” He grins and holds it out for me.