Page 45 of Once Upon A Player
“Sure.” She strolls toward me, and I watch her as though she might vanish if I take my eyes off her for a second.Get your fucking shit together, Carter.I force my legs to move, and I place the eggs and milk on the worktop. “What topping do you like? I’ve chocolate and fruits.”I’ve also a goddamn hard-on.
“I’m strictly a lemon and sugar girl when it comes to pancakes.”
“Works for me.” I sift the flour into a large glass bowl, and Violet watches me as though it’s the most fascinating thing ever.
“You’re doing it byhand?”
“It’s the only way to do it.”
“I’m impressed. I use an electric whisk.”
“Slacker.”
She gives a little hum of laughter which is crazily arousing. I focus on cracking eggs like it’s a penalty shoot-out.
“What do you want me to do, then?”
Babe, the things I want you to do…
I swallow, refocus, and forget her damn question. “What?”
“Since you don’t need my help with the whole pancake thing. Shall I make coffee?”
“Yep. Great. Everything’s over there.” I give a vague wave with my fork, and she gives me the sweetest smile before sorting out the coffee machine.
“Are we eating here, or at the table?”
“How about on the balcony?”
“That sounds good.”
She finds a tray and then hunts down cutlery and cups before slicing a couple of lemons. I toss a pancake and then shoot her a sideways glance. It’s fun and also kind of surreal having Violet in my kitchen, wearing my shirt, while I cook us breakfast.
“Ready?” I grin at her, because she’s so bloody hot, and place the warm plates stacked with pancakes onto the tray while she pours the coffee.
“Sure am.”
There’s a great view of Hampstead Heath from the balcony, and after we set everything down on the table, I can’t resist any longer and lean in close to kiss her.
“Mm.” She blushes and for some reason looks vaguely uncomfortable. “I forgot the milk. I won’t be a minute.”
She disappears back inside. She’s not running because I kissed her, is she? Fuck it, did seeing that prick last night rake up all her old feelings for him?
Violet’s back within a minute and sits next to me, offering a strangely shy smile before she takes a sip of coffee. I thrust HD from my mind. She’s with me, not him.
“This is so good.” She closes her eyes and savors the pancake that she’s just drenched in lemon juice and covered in sugar.
“I’m not just a pretty face.” I sling her a mocking grin, since I’m sure she knows all the monikers that have been attached to me over the years.
“You’resomuch more than that.”
Allright, then. I’ll take that.
We’ve almost finished when Violet clears her throat. “Lucas.”
“Yes?” I drain my coffee and lean back in the chair. It’s not often I get to laze around on a Saturday morning with a beautiful girl. Never, in fact. Usually, after a girl stays the night, we go out for breakfast.
I could definitely get used to this.The unrelieved hard-on, not so much.
