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This is what Anthony saw, yet he didn’t run screaming or say a word. Kaley blew out a breath, washed her hands, and wondered if she could clean up. “Anthony.”

“Yes.” His voice was strong and right outside the door. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Do you by chance have an extra toothbrush? Also, I’d like a wash cloth to clean my face.”

“Certainly. Wash cloths and extra towels are in the second drawer on your left. Extra toothbrushes are in the drawer above that. Would you like some coffee?”

“Coffee sounds wonderful, thank you.” She found the items right where he said they would be. Did he have overnight guests often? She shut her thoughts down; they both had pasts. After she washed her face, she brushed her teeth. It wasn’t until that moment that she realized she’d been walking about with her breasts bouncing around for all the world, well, for Anthony to see.

“Smart, Kaley.” She grabbed one of the bath towels from the drawer and wrapped it around her body, then opened the bedroom door. It was empty, and she spied her bag from the club, sitting on the chair.

Wanting to be quiet, she tiptoed over to her bag and opened it. Thank goodness she’d thought to pack another pair of underwear. She quickly dressed, then went to look for Anthony. She stopped as she left the bedroom to look around. This was his place.

The high ceiling showed the exposed wood structure, and there was lots of light. The family room held a love seat and a recliner, not to mention a big ass TV mounted on the wall. There was a small dining room with a table and chairs.

“Oh, you got dressed.”

She glanced up to see Anthony standing in another doorway that she assumed led to the kitchen. “I did.” Moving toward him, she glanced up and saw the overhead loft and windows. That’s where the light was coming from.

“Too bad.” He held a mug out to her. The twinkle of mischief in his eyes sent a shaft of longing through her body.

She fought it back and ignored his comment. Kaley curled her fingers around the cup, blew on the contents, then took a sip. “How did you know how I took my coffee?”

“Did I get it right?”

“It’s perfect. Answer the question.” He liked to dodge her questions at times.

“I paid attention when we had breakfast together with Gran. A splash of milk and one sugar.”

“Observant.” That’s probably what made him a good Dom. It was one thing she had noticed about most of the Doms at Wicked Sanctuary: they were very good at people watching.

“I am.” He took a sip from his own mug. “Go sit down at the table, and I’ll get us some breakfast.”

“Coffee is fine.” She wasn’t sure she could eat anything yet.

Anthony frowned. “You should eat.”

Kaley sat, and he followed. There was concern written on his face. “I will, just not at the moment.” Her tummy wasn’t exactly calm at the moment, and she didn’t know why. She took another sip of her coffee.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes, just having their coffee. “This is a very nice place,” she said, trying to push away the awkward feeling churning inside her.

“Thank you. I can give you the grand tour later.”

“I really should get home. I’ve got things to do, and you have art class with the kids.”

“I do. And this afternoon, you’re modeling for me.”

Kaley closed her eyes. She’d forgotten about that. “I guess I am.”

A warm hand covered hers where it lay on the table. “Do you need more time?”

Her heart turned over. This man was always thinking of her. “I’ll be fine. Just remember: I’m not model material.”

He shook his head. “You’re fine. How about some toast with jam before I take you home?”

“All right.” There was determination to feed her before he took her home written all over him. Toast was a good choice.

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