“Don’t look so proud of yourself there, sport,” I grinned back at him. I turned to face him and moved closer to the door.
“Well. I guess we should go back down there,” I said as I stare longingly at him. I didn’t really want to leave, but it’d been at least 15 minutes and people would start to notice. “How about I go back down to the Main Hall exit and you walk in the front? We can switch and I’ll act like I spilled champagne on my shirt and had to go find a new one.”
“Sounds good to me,” Wyatt said, looking even less ready than I was to burst our little bubble. He smiled at me, though, a slightly sad, puppy-dog eye smile, and it made me reach up on my tippy-toes to plant a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.
“That really was the best present I’ve ever been given, Wyatt. Thank you,” I said and opened the door. Emma was standing in the hall and we went down the back stairwell together, holding back our giggles as we went. Within seconds, though, I heard Wyatt’s dress shoes rapidly pounding the carpet – he was running after us! I turned and Emma kindly continued walking to give us space. I looked up at Wyatt, perplexed, and he grabbed me up in a swift and sexy kiss. His tongue tangled with mine and he breathed against my lips, “You know, it usually takes more than once to make a baby. Come home with me tonight,” he pleaded.
And I found myself smiling, nodding, and kissing him back. “I’ll follow you home when we are done here.”
As Emma and I slinked back into the Main Hall, feeling like teenagers sneaking back into the house after a night of partying, I stole a peek at Wyatt over my shoulder. Our eyes met at the exact same time and we both had to turn to hide our smiles.
Birthday Present, Round 2 … here we come.
Chapter 4
Wyatt
I woke up, feeling stiff and sore in all the right places, and feeling loose and relaxed in all the others. A smile sprung to my face without conscious thought as I rolled over and saw Tori lying next to me, her auburn hair a total mess spread across my sheets. The covers did nothing to hide the elegant curve of her frame and the tops of her breasts that were peeking out in a seductive, pinch-me way.
I decided to give the poor woman time to sleep and slowly shifted out of bed, trying not to wiggle too much. I’ll make her breakfast in bed. Then maybe she’ll see me as more than a one-night-stand. As I made my way into the kitchen, my bare feet padding quietly across the apartment, the grin I had on my face all morning widened. I got Tori Elliott to come home with me. I didn’t even know if she thought of me as more than an easy lay, but that was a foot in the door. That was all I needed.
As I scrambled the eggs, fried the bacon, and prepped the coffee, I couldn’t help but think that this felt like the start of something… big. Like maybe this was it, this was what I’d always wanted. Maybe it would actually work out. I could hear Tori when she got out of bed and padded into the bathroom next to the kitchen, and I listened to the water running. The thought of her showering turned me on, my dick hard as I took the food from the stove to the table. I decided not to join her, if only to show her that I wasn’t a total animal.
She was out of the shower within minutes and came to the table wearing a shirt she must have found in my drawer. Normally, I’d be irked by the thought of a woman going through my shit after a one night stand, but the sight of Tori in my white T shirt did things to me. Mine! Mine! Mine! my inner caveman shouted, and I gave him a moment in the limelight.
Tori was looking around, seemingly shocked at how clean the space was. I prided myself on my simple but classy apartment. I made a huge effort to never live in conditions like what I grew up in, which was hard to do in this real estate market even on my Finance income. Money can’t buy everything, but it can buy comfort. Tori’s eyes stopped roaming the apartment and came to rest on me. I felt myself soften at just the sight of her chocolate gaze and I breathed out gently. Leaning forward, I clasped her hands in mine over the table.
She glanced down at my arms, chest, and exposed torso. Heat immediately flooded her chest and face – I was not wearing a shirt and apparently she appreciated the view. Like what you see, do you? I thought as I leaned back to widen her window of sight. All the way down to my tented sweatpants that did nothing to hide my boner. She squirmed in her seat and bit her lip. I decided I’d better slow this down before breakfast got cold, so I sat up and grabbed her hands once again.
“I made breakfast,” I added lamely, gesturing at the spread before her.
She had the grace to giggle and said, “So I see. This looks delicious, Wyatt, thank you.” And she dug in. I didn’t think there was anything sexier than watching a woman eat without a speck of self-consciousness, and Tori was the sexiest. I dug in too, internally complimenting my bacon-frying skills.