Page 42 of Omega Island
“Okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Coffee?”
Again, I nodded.
He went back into the kitchen and soon returned with two mugs which he held by the handles with one hand, and a tray of cream and sugar in the other. “I have juice, too.”
“This is wonderful.” I let the steam hit my face. Senta’s house was perpetually cool, and the coffee scent and warmth felt good. I spent a minute making my coffee the way I liked it with cream and a lot of sugar. Straten would never have allowed me any sugar.
Senta began to eat his eggs. He shoveled them in, starving as I was. But I was still shaking and so I sat unmoving, not wanting him to see. The spot where his hand had touched my head tingled.
Senta looked at me, then at my plate. “To your liking?”
“Oh. Yes. Very much.” Never wanting to be rude, I picked up my fork and ate some scrambled eggs. They were delicious. Everything smelled so good and fresh. I picked up my mug and sipped, the coffee making a warm trail all the way down into my stomach.
Senta smiled, his lips plumping. I remembered kissing that mouth. Even after all the action last night, my cock still gave a surge of interest. It wasn’t done with this man. I wasn’t done.
It was weird to have been so intimate with Senta and now we sat in silence. Talking should not have been so hard after everything else we’d done.
I gulped some more hot coffee, wincing at the burn, then turned to him. “Can I ask you something?”
Senta’s dark gaze, guarded but soft, turned to me. “Of course.”
I breathed out. “I don’t know if I’m being fair. It’s very important to me.”
“Fair to me?”
I nodded. “And to Straten, and—and—am I being selfish to come here and enjoy this paradise when I caused so much drama? Even to Bam and Luca? Well, to everyone?”
Senta did not blink at all. “The question is, are you being fair to yourself?”
“That doesn’t matter.” I lowered my head.
Senta reached out, his fingers under my chin. “Of course it matters. It matters more than anything.”
“But if I caused—”
“Wait. You? What have you caused? Did you ask to be manipulated and mistreated? Did your family not come to your aid? Have I not willingly opened my island to you? My house?”
I waited for him to say “myself” but that word didn’t come.
“Maybe everyone would be better off if I hadn’t made any waves.”
“You’re worth the waves. A lot more than waves.”
I lifted my head. “I’m just worried.”
“About last night?”
“Yes.” I inhaled sharply.
“I worried, too,” he said.
“What worried you?”
“That I was too forward with you, that I was taking advantage. I consented last night, but did you?”
