I poured coffee for both of us and when he came back out a few minutes later, he was showered and in a fresh pair of tight black boxer briefs.
He reached onto the chair and fished his cell phone out of his pants pocket and started fiddling with it. I saw his eyes land on his dirty collar. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the minibar and downed it.
I stared at him over the rim of my cup, looking at his gorgeous body, his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, six pack, his muscular legs, and wondering if he’d let some other woman touch his body last night.
He glanced at me a few times while thumbing away on his phone and then said,
“Got something to say?”
“Nope,” I answered, making direct eye contact.
“I’ve got a meeting soon; I think I’ll grab another hour of sleep first.”
“Okie d
