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I try to contain my sigh, but it slips free, and I don’t even feel bad about it.
One minute, I’m all hot and bothered, and the next, one of these men drenches me in ice water. I doubt Greyson would appreciate it if I walked over there and dropped to my knees again.
Or would he?
Cocking my head and licking my lips, I imagine doing just that—my knees slamming onto the tile floor to gain his attention, and him turning to look down at me with his sleepy eyes. His coffee cup clattering to the counter as he fists my hair…
I’d drag his pants down over his thick cock and lick the tip just to get a taste before devouring him whole. Maybe I’d bite him too, right at the base, and let his blood and cum fill my mouth.
“Vanessa?” Greyson tugs on a loose strand of hair, pulling me out of my daydream. I gaze up at him with hooded eyes and desire written all over my face. “You okay?”
I hum as I take in his body, the muscles that pull across his chest, and the way his cock slowly rises at my perusal.
“This is going to be a problem for you, isn’t it?” he states dryly, pinching my chin between his fingers as he tilts my face up.
“No problem.” Liar. My voice is distant and hardly recognizable. I lick my lips, and I give in, resting my hands on his hips and feeling his warmth beneath my fingers. It’s all his fault for walking over here, looking all yummy and adorable.
“Vanessa,” he groans before stepping back, his gaze hooded as his ass slams into the counter.
I blink at him as my mind slowly comes back on board. “I’m not even sorry.”
“Are we not going to talk about the dress you’re in?” He reaches back for the cup of coffee he must have poured before coming over to me. The pot spurts and gurgles, telling me he poured the cup without waiting for the entire thing to finish.
“I figured if we ignored it, then it would go away.” I’m not lying. I don’t know where Greyson’s borrowed shirt ended up and where this silk white negligée came from. But if I pretend it didn’t happen, then did it really happen?
Obviously, I’m reaching here. My nipples are clearly visible, and Greyson is being ever the gentleman and not looking too closely at them. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed in him.
Sipping his coffee, he holds my gaze. “Tate is coming by with clothing, and he said he’d like to chat with you.”
“Why?” Rolling off the couch, I pad over to the counter beside him and make my own cup of coffee. “Cream? Sugar?”
“Sugar is above your head, but there’s only milk.” He takes a step away from me, igniting my irritation. Is my morning breath that bad?
He’s the one who kissed me in the desert as though I were his last dying breath. Why is he acting so cold right now? Could be the nightie, or maybe it’s the weird eye thing. First, they did a bizarre clicking thing and then the gold rims. Not to mention the whole disappearing to the Underworld thing, but I will not bring that up. At least not yet.
I’m just going to pretend everything is normal today.
The sun is warm and bright in the cloudless sky, and I have a shift at the diner later. Maybe Tate will help me find another apartment. Or maybe he can explain the eye thing he seemed to know more about than he let on.
“Blasphemy.” I yank open his fridge and fill my cup about halfway with milk, then I add a few teaspoons of sugar. That’s when I see the chocolate syrup and give that a good squirt before filling the rest with coffee. The result is what I like to call the Nessa latte.
“What the hell did you just do?” Greyson sounds disgusted as he gapes at my coffee cup in horror. His face twists up, and little lines bracket his eyes as he glances between me and the mug.
I take a healthy sip and sigh. The sugar hits me almost instantly, and I pop the mug in the microwave for a few seconds to warm it up. “I created a latte.”
“That’s not a latte. That’s chocolate milk with a dash of coffee.”
“I don’t see the issue here.”
“The issue is that you ruined a good cup of coffee.”
“So says you.”
“Yes. There is only one way to drink a cup of coffee.”
The microwave dings, and I pull out the now steaming mug and sip. The scalding liquid warms me up from the inside out. “Disagree.” This cup of coffee is now perfect.
“I’d say maybe it’s a mocha, but even that’s a stretch.” He shakes his head in disbelief before sipping the bitter liquid that is just begging for a little sugar.
“Have you ever had it any other way?” I challenge.
“There is no other way.”
“I think your military is showing,” I say it in jest, but he pauses, his head rearing as he sets his cup on the counter and steps away. He’s eyeing it as though it’s poisonous. Regret churns in my stomach.
“Do you think…”
I reach out and place a hand on his arm and squeeze. “Maybe.” Blowing out a breath, I shake off my nerves and press on. “It’s a habit.”
“Like when I called that soldier by his rank.”
“Yeah.”
“Give me the milk,” he commands with more determination than I’ve ever seen from him before.