The tender, witty guy was back . . . with no sight of the asshole CEO.
I lean up onto my elbow as I watch him. His dark hair hangs over his forehead, his big red lips are slightly open, and his eyelashes flutter as he sleeps. He has one arm behind his head, and the other is splayed on his stomach.
He’s beautiful—everything about him physically is beautiful. Last night I got a little peek that maybe he’s as beautiful on the inside as well.
Stop it.
You’re getting clingy and attached.
Elias is not the kind of man you get attached to.
He inhales deeply as he wakes, and slowly his eyes open and focus on me.
“Hey, beautiful,” he whispers in a husky voice as he cups my face in his hand.
I smile and lean over and kiss him.
“Good morning, Elias.”
“Call me Jay.”
I frown in question.
“My
