Ava stifled the giggle that erupted from her mouth as she padded into the kitchen. Thom was standing at the huge range cooker, humming to the radio, dressed in blue tartan pyjama bottoms, a black tee and bunny slippers. Her suited and booted billionaire who sometimes seemed way out of her league had become a sexy pyjama wearing i***t with bunny feet.
“Find something amusing, do we?” Thom smirked and tapped a fluffy rabbit foot. “Eggs? I won’t ask how you like them,” he grinned.
Ava raised an eyebrow and bit back the snarky remark about unfertilised being perfectly fine, and gave a shake of her head. “So, you’re a fluffy bunny kind of guy, huh?” She stretched out a yawn and seated herself at the breakfast bar.
“They’re surprisingly comfortable, you know. Soft too. Do you want to feel? Th
