Chapter 7
“Are you hungry?” she asked. We had both just awoken. We’d made love several more times and had taken a short nap to replenish our strength. It was well into the afternoon.
“I think I am,” I admitted. “The only thing I’ve eaten in the past twenty-four hours was you.”
She laughed and leaned down to kiss me.
“It was a real feast, wasn’t it?”
“Exactly. I think I could survive on that diet.”
“Really? Me, too.” She got up and went to her closet. She handed me a white terry-cloth robe. “You might need something to put on to go downstairs and get your clothes.”
I laughed. She stepped into panties and a pair of jeans and pulled on a T-shirt.
“I like that look on you,” I commented.
“Good.” She pulled socks on and slipped into loafers. “I have to dress so professionally when peopl
