Page 75 of Forty, Flirty & F*cked

He turns, spatula in hand, and damn him for looking this good. "I could have Christoph bring you clothes."

"Absolutely not." I slide onto one of the kitchen islandstools. "Your driver-slash-bodyguard does not need to know about my walk of shame."

"Trust me, Christoph already knows everything." He plates another stack of perfect pancakes. "He's very observant."

"Observant about what exactly?"

"About how I keep finding excuses to drive past your apartment. About how I reorganized three board meetings just to run into you buying coffee from that overpriced place you like."

"You what now?"

"Also, apparently I smile differently when you text me."

"I'm sorry, you what?"

"His words, not mine." But teeth dig into his bottom lip. He sighs. "Though he might have a point about the coffee thing."

"Connor..."

"The pancakes are getting cold." He kisses my temple as he passes. “And from watching you sleep, I’ve started to understand your stance on proper syrup temperature."

"Excuse me?"

"You talk in your sleep. Very passionate opinions about breakfast foods."

"I do not?—"

My phone buzzes. Then his.

Then both at once.

YASMIN: Emergency board meeting in 30 minutes.

YASMIN: Mr. Reeves Sr. is already here.

YASMIN: With PowerPoint slides.

"Oh god." I check the time. "We're late."

"We have time."

"Your father is there."

"Fuck."

We scramble into action, a chaos of clothes and coffee and trying to look like we haven't just spent the night breaking every HR rule in existence.

"Here." Connor tosses me something soft. "Emergency outfit."

I catch what appears to be very expensive yoga clothes. "Why do you have women's workout gear?"

"My mother keeps trying to get me into hot yoga." He straightens his tie. "Says it will help align my chakras."

"Of course she does." I duck into the bathroom to change. “To be honest, I think this is a step up from my usual morning-after outfit."

"Do you have many morning-after outfits?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

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