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“You made me breakfast?” That had never happened before Hotel roo not delivered by so? Never

The tops of his ears turned pink “Don’t get too excited, it’s toaster waffles and juice”

“Sounds perfect”

He turned to go, obviously in retreat mode

“Hey, Mateo,” she called out

He spun around “Yeah?”

She held out her hand “The shirt?”

He looked down as if he’d forgotten what he’d been holding A wicked saze stopping on the spot right between her breasts where she’d secured her towel as if he could flick it open with just a glance Instead, he gave her a sloink and handed over the shirt “See you downstairs”

Awareness singed her skin and her breath caught in her chest Before, they’d always been rushing, her from catwalk to catwalk and hih to in the countdown until the next tih to actually see if as between them could work for more than a stolen weekend at a hotel

Mateo thought giving her the shirt would help end his perh the kitchen in the T-shirt that barely covered her pert ass and he realized the immense error of his ways All the thin cotton did was le detail of as underneath She was killing hihly Ruthlessly

“Wow,” she chuckled “That’s a lot of waffles”

He looked down at the stack of eight on his plate “I’ry”

She stopped behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his bare back “You did have a helluva workout last night”

Before he could make a snappy rejoined, that weirdo cat of hers ju Mateo’s breakfast He slid a protective ar his territory

It was just enough ive the air a quick sniff, realize coo berserk