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and conserve your energy and I’ll make breakfast.”
    Before she could argue he was off the bed and pulling on his
slacks. He headed to the kitchen without a backward glance, knowing the sight
of her still sprawled on the bed would be his undoing. The thought of going
back to the professional courtesy they normally shared depressed him as he
considered Monday morning.
    Will she even want to sign in again, or will she go to HR
for a new nametag?
    She hadn’t had her badge for days and he’d looked forward to
talking to her every morning. The thought of her avoiding him at work slowed
his progress as he looked around her kitchen.
    Damn, I hope that doesn’t happen.
    He closed his eyes and wondered if this wasn’t the biggest
mistake of his life. He wanted Darina so much it hurt, but having her only to
lose her again would hurt worse. There was no way he could ask for more right
now. Her pain was still too fresh from that asshole, Marc. Sol shook his head
and began to rummage through her refrigerator. After locating a few staples he
set about making breakfast.
    Just get through the weekend and enjoy it as much as
possible.
    With that mantra in mind, he got to work. As soon as
everything finished cooking, he served their plates and set them on the kitchen
table. He cleaned up the mess and headed back upstairs to the bedroom. The
rumpled bed was empty, but there was a trail of bed sheets to follow. As he
approached the open bathroom door he heard moans coming from within and his
cock instantly stiffened.
    “Hey, gorgeous, you’re not starting again without me are
you?”
    Her eyes flew open while his gaze ran over her naked flesh.
She was reclining in her bathtub with her legs spread, a washcloth in one hand
over her mons. He looked down at her and his heart raced. Her hair was pinned
in a loose knot on the top of her head, a few loose tendrils caressing the
sides of her face. Beads of water slid down her graceful neck, calling to his
aching tongue.
    “No,” she replied. “I’m just soaking my poor sore muscles.”
    He frowned, instantly feeling like a monster. “I’m so
sorry—”
    “Oh no. Don’t you dare apologize. It all felt wonderful, I’m
just a little out of practice.”
    She winked and set the washcloth aside, setting his blood on
fire.
    “Kitten, I’m trying to be good here and feed you first. But
if you don’t cover up we could very well starve to death this weekend.”
    She laughed and shook her head as she sat up. He reached
down and gently grasped her arms, raising her from the water.
    “Sol, you’re getting all wet,” she said with a laugh.
    “That’s all right. I don’t plan on keeping these pants on
much longer.”
    She stepped away from him, wrapping a large towel around her
body to cover from breast to calf. His exaggerated sigh made her laugh as she
leisurely strolled into the bedroom. He glanced at the bed and considered how
to convince her not to dress, but she surprised him by heading straight for the
stairs in just her towel.
    Well now, eating naked again I can handle.
    He followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen without
a word, watching her supple form move within the terrycloth. She took a seat at
the table as if she were already comfortable eating mostly naked with him. He
decided not to comment in the hopes the towel would slip off sometime during
their meal.
    “Sol, this looks wonderful. Thank you.”
    “You’re very welcome. I want you to keep up your strength
since we still have the whole day ahead of us.”
    She smiled and shook her head, lifting a forkful of
scrambled eggs to her mouth. The sight distracted him for a moment as she
wrapped her plump lips around the lucky metal. He swallowed a groan and looked
down at his plate.
    Food. She needs food before anything else.
    It was hard to concentrate on the simple task of eating with
her sitting in nothing but the towel. He did his best to think of other things,
including where she planned to go if she left