“Veryimpressed,” Aubrey said, and she ground her hips against him.
“Siren. Definitely a siren.”
With a helpless groan, Landon claimed her lips again, and she kissed him right back despite her best intentions. Before she was swept too far adrift, she squirmed and pushed against his chest. He growled in protest and titled his head to nibble her neck.
“You need to go,” she said in between helpless moaning.
Landon reluctantly lifted his head and glanced at the clock. He rolled to the side and swiped his hands down his face.
“Tonight,” he said.
With that promise, he headed for the shower, giving her an excellent view of his delicious bottom. When he ran the water, Aubrey tugged her slip over her head and headed downstairs to fix them some breakfast. They both needed sustenance.
She rummaged around in the kitchen and set about making some croque-madames. Grabbing a brioche loaf, she cut four slices from it, appreciating the fresh bread smell. She missed Comfort Zone and the warm smell of the kitchen in the mornings.
I’ll be back there soon.The thought made her pause with the brioche poised over the hot pan.Where does that leave Landon and me?She shook her head and pushed the thought aside. She’d done enough worrying where they were concerned. She just needed tobefor now.
There was nothing like making some béchamel to quiet her mind. Aubrey whisked and whisked the flour and melted butter over low heat until a smooth ball of roux formed, and then she slowly added in the hot milk.
“Please don’t break. Please don’t break.”
Relieved to have the thick, creamy béchamel finished, sheheated up the frying pan, scooping a generous pat of butter onto it. The bread turned golden, and the gruyère oozed out between the ham and bread. Then she set about frying some sunny-side-up eggs with which to top the sandwiches. It looked and smelled heavenly, making her mouth water. Although it was heavy with butter and cheese, they’d burn it off tonight. Even as she blushed at her naughty thought, anticipation knotted her stomach.
She finished pouring fresh coffee into two mugs when Landon walked into the kitchen. He was on the phone, and his lazy and somnolent expression was nowhere to be seen. While his voice never rose, his cold, clipped words communicated his displeasure quite clearly. Aubrey felt bad for whoever was on the other end of the call, and a little chill ran down her spine. Landon wasn’t a man to be trifled with.
“That was the contractor. They’ve run into yet another problem with…” His words trailed off as his eyes traveled down her body. “Is that what you were wearing under your shirt? I don’t think I’d have forgotten seeing you in that.”
“I think you took it off before you opened your eyes this morning, so you technically didn’t see me in it,” Aubrey responded primly. He didn’t have time to be distracted by her. “Now, sit and eat before your sandwich gets cold.”
“Thanks for cooking.” Landon swooped down for a quick, hard kiss before sitting down.
Aubrey touched her lips with her fingertips, holding on to the feel of his mouth. She missed it as soon as it left hers.Why did he stop?She vaguely recalled he had a good reason, but she wasn’t pleased to be left aching and hungry.
“This looks great.”
He smiled across at her, but when he witnessed her lust-glazed stare, his eyes turned dark as night. Before she couldremember why they shouldn’t go back upstairs, Landon lifted her in his arms and carried her to his room.
The sandwiches got cold.
With only a couple days left until the first shooting, Landon’s schedule was brutal. Since he and Aubrey had gotten together, leaving for work had grown harder by the day, but it was especially difficult this morning.
She was in the kitchen wearing one of his white T-shirts without anything underneath. He could see the fabric shifting against her naked body, and he dreamed of more pleasurable ways to spend his day.
She’s trying to kill me.
“Will you be writing out your recipes today?” Landon placed a soft kiss on her forehead and stepped back.
“Yeah,” she said glumly. “I’ve never had to write a formal one like this. There are so many steps I need to include. I can’t get too detailed because people might be like, ‘Does she think I’m stupid?’ But if I don’t explain enough, the recipe might turn out wrong and they’ll be like, ‘Curse you, Aubrey Choi.’” She shook her fist for effect and then hung her head. “I wish I could just jot down the ingredients and measurements for the folks and they could figure out the rest.”
“I know. But you’ll be immortalizing your recipes for future generations, so cheer up.” He pulled out a small package he’d hidden in his back pocket and held it out to her. “Here. Open it.”
“Landon. You have to stop getting me presents.” Despite her words, she took her gift eagerly.
“Don’t you dare take that joy away from me. Besides, they’re never extravagant.”
“You put so much thought into them.” She cupped his cheek in her warm, soft hand.
“Of course. They’re for you.” He needed to leave before he took her back to bed. “Come on. Open it.”
