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I shrugged, walked over to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice and eggs.

“I offered you the chance to go,” I murmured, staring into the fridge surprised none of this food had gone bad.

The fact that I was barely ever home and slept at The Conjure most nights.

If you mean fucked Crystal on the couch in your office, then yeah you got sleep.

“Do you eat bacon?” I turned around and found her trying to avoid looking anywhere but at my naked ass.

She bit at her lip, finally meeting my eyes. “I do like bacon. But can you please put on some clothes.”

A heavy smirk dropped on my face. “Fine. But please sit down and stop acting like you didn’t like what happened last night.

Striding from the room, I went to find a pair of boxers to slip on. I brushed my teeth and stared at my reflection. The bruise on my mouth seemed a little less purple.

By the time I got back to the kitchen, I found her sitting on the bar stool typing on her phone.

I came over and pulled her face up to meet my own. “Who are you texting?”

“My sisters…they want to know where I am because my car is still there,” she sighed.

“Tell them you’ll be along soon enough,” I dropped a kiss on her mouth.

“This is weird,” she sighed softly.

“Breakfast is weird?”

Cracking eggs in a bowl I began to gently beat them before adding in salt and pepper. Looking back up, I saw Emmy’s face had settled into confusion.

“Not breakfast, it's just…this is very unexpected,” she finally offered.

“Don’t overthink it,” I smiled before pouring the eggs into a pan.

I cooked in silence for a few moments, occasionally glancing over my shoulder to see that she was burrowed in her phone. Tension seemed to have settled into her shoulders, and I noted she looked tired.

Turning back around, as the sizzle of the bacon caught my ear, I flipped it over. I loved crispy bacon when I did get around to cooking it. It occurred to me that I’d never made a one-night-stand, a meal before.

Yeah right, you intend to have her more than one time,I thought as I plated the food.

“Here Emmy,” I served her and then filled up a glass of orange juice.

I sat down next to her and started eating my own food.

“You know, you never finished telling me about how you came to open a strip club,” Emmy said in between bites. “Mmm, this is good.”

I nodded in agreement. “There’s not much to tell. Kind of floundered after high school, joined the Sinners and I was always at the fucking strip club. I love strippers. I love fucking strippers.”

She coughed, and reached for her orange juice taking a long pull. I quirked a brow but she ignored me.

“This was…”

“Weird,” I finished the sentence for her.

“Right, and my sister is on the way to pick me up. I could say, I’ll be seeing you around but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Her phone started to ring, cutting through the awkwardness. She picked it up and shrugged. “Well, this…have a good day, Zane.”

Emerald hurried from my apartment as if the devil had come through the walls of my apartment threatening to drag her to hell. I watched her leave and didn’t say much else because I would be seeing her for sure.

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