Page 67 of Not Your Average Vixen
Her stomach growled something ferocious as she snapped up the fork and went at it like a starved animal.
“Sorry, I’m so hungry,” she said between bites of egg and toast.
He waved her off. “That’s nothing compared to what you did to a funnel cake last night.”
She took a bite of bacon. “There was really a funnel cake?”
“Yep.”
The food jumpstarted her brain, and she glanced at her ridiculous pajamas. “I don’t remember changing into these.”
His gaze flicked to the plate. “You didn’t.”
“Lori helped me?” she asked, but the knot in her belly indicated that while her mind was fuzzy, her body was pretty sure that her sister had nothing to do with her outfit change.
A muscle ticked on Soren’s perfect chiseled face. “No.”
“You did this?” she blurted.
“Who else, Bridget?” he threw back.
She gasped and pointed at him with the piece of bacon. “You saw me naked?”
He cocked his head to the side with a smug quirk of his lips.
The creep! He was supposed to be her one-night stand—her one night to frolic in the land ofVixenhood.Instead, he’d become her roommate.
She took an angry bite of bacon. “Never mind. Do not answer that.”
What was going on with this guy anyway? More Jekyll and Hyde hijinks. When they were making cookies, he’d seemed different. He’d danced. He’d held her in his arms and kissed her.
And holy sleigh bells, when their lips met, she’d felt weightless, like a snowflake drifting in the air.
The heat in his gaze had burned through her. The intensity of those green cat-like eyes had left her stunned and drowning in another Birdie and Scooter lip lock free-for-all.
And that was yet another mistake.
She had to get it together when it came to this guy. He wasn’t her friend, even though, in the strangest of ways, they’d connected in a confusing, convoluted alternate universe kind of way.
Is it normal to hate a guy but want to tear off his clothes and ride him until you’re cross-eyed from multiple orgasms?
“Swallow, Bridget.”
Her eyes popped open.
“The bacon, in your mouth. You’ve been chewing it the whole time you’ve been spacing out,” he added.
Bacon?
She swallowed, but not because he told her to do it. “I didn’t space out.”
“You did.”
Maybe she did. But she wasn’t about to admit that she’d daydreamed about screwing his brains out.
Because that wasn’t going to happen…again.
“I have to take a shower. I need to get to that bakery in the village and start making the wedding cake. I’m already behind,” she said, shifting gears.
