"...amazing you still have a job," Kenny said as Scott entered the kitchen.
I didn't catch the rest of it because my brain stopped working for a moment there when I saw Scott enter the room.
"Good morning to you too, Ken," said Scott, stifling a yawn. "Yes, I called work and told them I had an emergency. It's all good."
Yup, the emergency being getting me off. Scott's gaze fell on me. He looked tired. Did he have trouble sleeping too last night?
All I could see when I looked at him now was him between my legs doing unspeakable things to me in the gentlest way any man had ever treated me. He was the perfect combination of gentle and assertive, making the experience surprisingly hot.
No, stop thinking that. I looked away from Scott and gulped. Calm down, calm down, I chanted to myself.
