Page 16 of Crave Me
Moving to the kitchen, I uncorked a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass of Malbec before heading to my room, where I slowly took off the silk shirt and leggings I had on and dressed in something more comfortable.
Since Simon had said he’d give me a bath and take care of my wounds, instead of changing into something seductive, I threw on a thick, fuchsia colored robe and fresh underwear, knotting the belt tightly at my waist.
I pushed the frosted glass door shut from my bedroom to the bathroom, and washed the makeup off my face. I was rubbing lotion into my skin when my buzzer sounded from outside the other door to my bathroom, signaling Simon was on his way. I took another sip of wine, closed the door to the bathroom, and was at the entryway door to my apartment when three firm knocks echoed on the other side of the dark wood.
Even knowing it was Simon on the other side, I rolled to my toes and checked the peephole before pulling the door open and stepping back so he could enter.
“Hi,” I whispered, my voice instantly going soft. His large frame consumed the doorway as he stepped through, his gaze instantly dropping to my robe. Dressed in what I’d seen him in earlier, his hair a bit more messed up like he’d scrubbed it with his hands, he was just as insanely attractive as he always was.
My hand went to the knot at the belt.
“You changed.” His voice rumbled, neither approving nor disapproving, but maybe slightly amused.
“You, um, said something about a bath, so I didn’t see the point in putting other clothes on when I got home.” Heat infused my cheeks. I tore my gaze from him and to the bag of food in his hand. Cardonna’s was one of my favorite Italian restaurants. The scent of garlic and their world famous carbonara sauce made my mouth water. “Are you coming in?”
He stepped inside and I closed the door, having to maneuver around him in the narrow hallway.
“Simon? Is everything okay?” He hadn’t said much. Hadn’t changed his expression. I had no idea what was going on in his swirling blue gray eyes, behind those plastic frames of his I loved so much. Why was a man in glasses so sexy?
He held up the bag of takeout. “Does your oven having a warming feature?”
“Yes.”
He turned and headed toward the kitchen at the end of the hallway. It was the length of one wall. Instead of cupboards, painted gray wood shelves showcased my bright stoneware and teal Le Creuset stockpot. I stood in the spot where he’d left me, too stunned by his question to move. I’d expected dinner, negotiations, and a bath.
Something told me my expectations were about to be radically altered.
