Clay wanted to take me out to dinner, but I knew that the twins, or at least one of them was sniffing around town, so I convinced him that we should order in. And by 'convinced' I said we should and his eyes went dark, he licked his lips, and I knew I won.
We had Enzo's. And I saw that they'd gone wild with the garlic bread. I was laughing when I opened the warmer bag that held it and Clay shot me a weird look. "Sorry, this is the restaurant that Jensen took me to." He waited and I rolled my eyes. "The owner's daughter probably thinks he's the one who I'm sharing with, since this is her way of flirting."
"With bread?" He took a bite and his eyes closed around the flavor. "Shit, yeah, this is flirting." I laughed, and his eyes met mine. "What?"
"If Jensen needs a date, Carrie's more than willing, trust me." She knew me, knew that I wouldn't even want this much bread as leftovers. This was clearly a 'remember me' flirtation. "I mean, he's still growing, right? So extra bread would help." He shook his head. "Jensen needs laid, he is throwing off enough pheromones that I'm shocked animal control hasn't been called."
"As long as you're not taking care of his needs, I'll pass his chances with the bread girl on to him." Dinner was good. Enzo's food was ALWAYS good. Clay groaned, his entire serving gone, and a good dent was made in the garlic bread too. Leaning back into the sofa, he smiled at me. "I think I'm going to be fucking useless for dessert, Char, that food's made me a sloth."
My mouth dropped open in mock shock. Putting the lid on the leftovers from my own meal and making sure the rest of the bread was secured in its bag, I put them away and tossed the trash from Clay's. "No dessert?" I asked, dropping back onto the sofa beside him, forcing a pout onto my lips I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. He shook his head and pulled me closer. "But I really REALLY like dessert, sir."
Chuckling he kissed my forehead. "I think you have a sweet tooth, Charlotte." I nodded, and could feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin. Sighing dramatically, he tilted my head up so he could look into my eyes. "It has been HOURS since we were in your office-"
And then I was over his shoulder and he was stalking to the bedroom. "Can I call you by your rank, sir?" That earned me a tiny swat on my behind and I grinned as I bounced. "That wasn't a yes or no, sir."
Lowering me to my bed, Clay's eyes were twinkling as he looked down at me. "Char, you can call me anything you want to call me, if you can form words after I'm through with you that is." I was reaching for him as he moved over me and I wanted to test that promise for all I was worth.
We were wrapped together in my bed, darkness acting as another blanket, and I was grinning so wide that I was shocked the hint of light from the street lights wasn't bouncing off my teeth like a lighthouse beacon. Clay's arms were around me, his fingers tracing my skin as we both wound down for sleep. Sighing into his touch, even as I snuggled into his chest, I felt content.
"Goodnight, Charlotte," his voice was raspy, because while he managed to help short circuit my brain, he'd become more vocal to make up for it. "I can't wait for breakfast."
Kissing his chest with a giggle, "sweet dreams," I whispered. Breakfast and dessert, I thought, as sleep pulled me under, were my favorite meals when Clay was around.
Morning came, and with it another shower and company while I baked. After breakfast, bent over the stool that he'd sat on while watching me create the pastries that would line the display case in the cafe, I kissed him goodbye and he left with a promise of more. More dinners, more dessert, more.
