Page 48 of Just Desserts

"How about I get the coffee pot going while you wake up?" I offered.

"No, stay here you're comfy." She said, her body going lax against my chest.

I stayed like that for a few minutes enjoying holding her, the closeness. I stroked a hand down her back soothingly and was amused to see her slowly come to life. She forced her eyes open before pushing herself off me with a groan.

She stood up from the couch and stretched, my mouth salivating at the expanse of stomach she flashed in the process. She went over to the coffee machine and in robotic motions got it ready before disappearing into her bedroom.

I got up to head to the half bathroom when a loud shriek came from the bedroom. I turned around and ran towards the door. I found Isla, a large headband holding her hair back standingthere in underwear and a bra with a toothbrush in her mouth staring at the clock.

"I'm WATE!" she said around a mouth full of toothpaste. She ran into the ensuite bathroom to finish brushing her teeth. I stood in the doorway watching her frantic movements with amusement.

"Honey, it's your shop. What time do you usually go in?" I asked, admiring the peep show she unintentionally was giving me. Everything about Isla was refined and sleek. Her body was all smooth skin and soft curves.

She finished rinsing her mouth and was aggressively washing her face. At my question she turned to give me a look that would have had weaker men shrivel.

"I usually get in by 6am. At the latest! It's almost 8 and I didn't call or tell anyone I was gonna be late. I don't even know who opened it. This is all your fault!" She pointed at me as she stormed past and started throwing clothes out of drawers and closets.

"My fault?" I laughed. "How do you figure?" I headed into the kitchen and checked to see if the coffee was ready while she muttered and pulled on clothing.

Spying a travel mug I put the coffee in that with the vanilla creamer she preferred. I made myself a small mug and downed it quick, I had a feeling we would be hustling out the door pretty soon.

"You distracted me! You kept me up late! We didn't set an alarm!" I handed her the to-go cup with coffee and she took a sip, stopping her rant.

"Stop being nice, I want to be annoyed with you." She gave me a stern look as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Now come on! We gotta go." I laughed and pulled her to me, careful not to spill any coffee.

"Not before you give me a good morning kiss, and I'll drive you to work so you can focus on your coffee intake."

Despite her attempt to stay mad, she softened against me and tilted her head back to await my kiss. I kept it light and soft, knowing we didn't have time for much more. She was in a bit of a daze at the end and that made it that much easier to bundle her up and get her out of the apartment.

"Wait, if you drive me how will I get home? I should just take my car." She said as we exited the building.

"I'll pick you up. Just let me know what time so I can leave the hotel early enough." I told her, putting a hand on her back to steer her away from any slick spots in the parking lot.

"The hotel is over half an hour away, I don't want you to have to leave work early for me. It's fine, I can take my car." She said as she started to walk towards the spot where her little blue fiat was parked.

"Isla, honey stop for a second." I slowed down and pulled her into my arms.

"I want to see you, I want to spend more time with you. I wouldn't offer to pick you up if I didn't. So unless you have plans with someone else or don't want to see me, will you let me pick you up and take you to dinner tonight?"

"Like on a date?" She asked, her brow furrowing.

"Well, I consider any time spent with you a date since whenever I'm around you all I'm thinking about is touching you and the next time I'm going to see you. I guess I haven't taken you out on a proper date yet though so yes, I'm askingyou out on a date tonight Isla Conner."

"Graham. I'm going back to my maiden name once the divorce goes through, it's my last tie to my father." She said quietly.

"Okay Isla Graham, will you go out to dinner with me, Myles Bennett tonight?" I asked, any levity was bravado, trying to stop the nerves from creeping into my voice.

"I'd like that very much, Myles Bennett." She said softly before standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my cheek before skipping over to the passenger side of my truck.

The drive to her shop passed all too quickly. I pulled into the lot and stopped the car near the entrance, not wanting Isla to walk far.

"Wait for me." I told her before getting out and heading to her side, I opened the door and Isla gave a muffled protest as I lifted her out of the car and placed her on the ground. With my hand on the small of her back I walked her into the shop.

It was bustling and all eyes turned to us as we entered. The women behind the counter openly stared. I laughed as Isla turned beet red from the scrutiny. I couldn't help myself when I pulled her to me and gave her a hard kiss that carried on longer than planned.

"Have a good day sweetheart. I'll pick you up around six for dinner."

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