Roman opened his eyes and looked at Divinity. She was lying on her stomach and had pushed the covers off her body. He moved down the bed and placed a kiss on her right buttock. He looked up and saw that her eyes were still closed but there was a smile on her face. She was awake.
"I'm making breakfast," he said.
He got out of bed, put on his briefs, and walked to the kitchen. He took out two small pans and started making two cheese omelets with bell pepper and spinach. She showed up several minutes later in her thong and his shirt. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. It felt good to have a woman in his house wearing his shirt after a night like the one they had shared. He could get used to mornings like this.
"I hope you like omelet," he said.
"I'm easy to satisfy," she said.
"I learned that last night," he winked.
She blushed and moved over to sit down. He served her one of the omelets and plated the other for himself. He sat down across from her and watched her take the first bite.
"Delicious," she said. "I'm not used to a man cooking for me and this is probably the best omelet I've ever had."
"Thank you. I'd love to cook for you again some other time," he said.
She twisted a sideways smile at his way of asking her to meet up with him again.
"What's your full name?" He asked.
"Divinity Ginette Daffodil," she answered. "What about you?"
"Roman Reigns. My mom doesn't believe in middle names," he said.
She let out a soft laugh and took another bite of her omelet.
"What do you do for a living?" He asked.
"I just recently started working again after years of being home. I got a part time job as a secretary at a law firm. I'm getting the full time position in three months when the old secretary retires. It's gonna be nice making more money so I can save up faster," she said.
"What are you saving up for?" He asked.
"I wanna move," she said.
"Yeah, a deposit sometimes bites you in the ass if you don't got any savings," he said.
"Tell me about it," she sighed.
She took a sip of her coffee and smiled at him.
"What about you? What do you do?" She asked.
"I'm a wrestler," he said.
"I thought you looked familiar," she chuckled.
"Yeah, my face pops up different places," he chuckled too. "It means my schedule is a bit tight and I'm traveling a lot."
"That sounds stressful," she said.
"Sometimes," he said. "What I'm trying to say is that I would like your number so I can call you and set up a date or something. That is if you're willing to give it a try with me."
She finished her omelet and sighed. She wasn't smiling anymore. He felt stupid. She had said last night at the bar that it was 100% success rate when she sent a drink to a man. He should have known all she wanted was a one night stand. He should have known that already last night when she was getting dressed and he asked her to stay.
"I'm not exactly girlfriend material," she said.
"You let me be the judge of that," he said.
"You're rich, Roman. I'm just a secretary," she said.
"I don't care," he said.
"People won't like it," she said.
"I don't care about other people's opinion. I only care about yours," he said.
She took another sip of coffee and then nodded.
"I suppose we can try," she said. "We are keeping it a secret, right?"
"I have to until I'm absolutely sure. I can't take someone out in public without it being everywhere on the internet," he said.
"I like that," she finally smiled again. "Alright, you can have my number."
He flashed her a toothy smile, stood up, and leaned over the table to give her a kiss.
"How does a shower sound?" He asked.
"Are you gonna scrub my back?" She smirked.
"That too," he winked. "Let's go get you wet and take it from there."