I laugh, as Roger shuts the door.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you that tired last night........."
"What? Oh, no Maureen......... it's not you, I mean it is, I........."
Mark blushes.
He's sooooo cute when he blushes. I want to pull him back onto the bed, but he's already heading for the bathroom.
When he comes back in, I roll on my back and stretch.
He looks at me and pushes his glasses up his nose, so I can tell that I make him nervous.
I love it!
"Pookie.........", I say playfully.
"Yes?", he asks as he searches his closet for a fresh shirt.
"What about breakfast?"
He looks at his watch. "I'm late!"
"I know, but......... I'm so hungry......... you exhausted me." I grin.
It's not that true, of course. I mean, the night was great, but it needs a lot more than that to exhaust me. My grin widens.
"What?", Mark asks, looking at me. It seems as if my appearance fascinates him quite a lot.
"Nothing."
I shake my head, still grinning.
"I'll get you something before I go.", Mark gives in.
"Thanks a lot, Pookie", I purr forming my lips to a kiss.
He leans onto the bed, kisses me and leaves.
A few minutes later he re-enters the room, holding a tray.
"Coffee and Toast......... well, it's a start.........", I say.
Never let a man think something's perfect! They get too self-assured! ;)
"What do you expect? I don't make much money as a waiter. –Actually I'm glad the people from the Life Café gave me the job in the first place!"
"I know.", I sigh. He keeps telling me that and it bores me. He could definitely use the time he spends talking for more important things. That brings me to the idea.........
"Come here.........", I say in my most charming voice.
"No Maureen. I've gotta go."
He kisses me and leaves before I have the time to stop him.
