After starting the coffee, I peek into my bedroom to see if Kaylee’s awake yet. I push the door open gently and look in on her. She isn’t awake yet.
Damn. She’s even more beautiful when she’s sleeping. And that’s pretty impressive after the night she had. One bare shoulder faces me as she sleeps in her night shirt. One leg is kicked out of the covers, giving me almost a great view. Down boy, I tell myself.
I must have muttered the last part to myself out loud, because she rolls over and stirs. Then she looks up at me, blinks, and rubs her eyes.
“Oh, hi. what time is it?” she asks, rolling over.
This time I do get a good view. I smile. “Time for breakfast,” I answer. “I’m going to order us some room service before we get going. What would you like?”
That gets her attention. She looks up at me and winces. “Ow, my head.”
“Hold on. I’ll grab you some ibuprofen, and I started coffee. I figured you’d need it after last night.”
“Last night,” she said weakly. “Oh no. Last night.” She groans.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “What do you say we forget about last night and try to concentrate on coffee, pain meds, and breakfast.”
“Coffee, breakfast, and ibuprofen. You sure know how to get a girl going in the morning.”
I stare at her, wondering if she’s talking about sex or breakfast.
She notices and her cheeks turn deep red. “I mean you sure know the way to a girl’s heart. With food.” Then she slaps her own forehead with her hand. “Stop talking to me. Nothing I say before I’ve had coffee counts.”
“Good save,” I say sarcastically as I grin at her. Then I spot what I’m looking for and cross to my dresser. “Oh, there it is. I came in here looking for the menu so we could order.”
“Pancakes,” she says without opening her eyes. “I’d love pancakes and bacon.”
“Ah,” I say, opening up the menu and glancing down at the first page. “That’s number eleven. It comes with hashed browns, is that okay?”
“Works for me.” She sits up and then follows me out of the room. “What’s your favorite breakfast food?” She asks as she makes awkward eye contact with me. It’s kind of adorable.
“Me? I’m a waffle man. With eggs and sausage.”
“What’s the number for that?” she asks.
“No number. I’m a rebel, I’ll have to order it off the ala carte menu.” She watches as I call in the room service order.
She crosses to the Nespresso maker where the fresh mugs are. “A rebel. I like it. And how does the rebel take his coffee?”
“Cream, two sugars,” I answer. “What about you? You’re not one of those maniacs who drinks it black, are you?”
She smiles. “Well, I’m not saying I’m not a maniac, but I take my coffee the same as you do. Look at us.”
We both sip our coffee in silence until there’s a faint knock on the door.
I raise an eyebrow and give Kaylee an excited look. I know we’re both hungry. Answering the door, I let the employee in so he can set up our breakfast. I indicate to him that we’ll be dining at the far couch facing the beach.
Kaylee sips her coffee, oblivious even though she gets more than a passing glance from the guy setting up the breakfast. A surge of jealousy washes over me. I stop in my tracks. All of a sudden, I’m jealous? Where is all of this coming from? Maybe a part of me hopes that Kaylee was telling the truth last night.
Then the server finishes setting up with one last glance at Kaylee, who isn’t even paying attention. I tip him with a growl and then a moment later, he’s out the door.
There’s a long beat after he leaves, and then Kaylee and I burst into laughter.
“What was with that growl, Chase?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
I expect her to call me on it. Instead, she shrugs and continues to sip her coffee.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Kaylee
Room service breakfast, the first I have ever experienced, is amazing. And not just because the food is delicious. It’s the fact that I didn’t have to buy it, or cook it, or clean up after it.
After I get some food, coffee, and pain meds into me, I feel like I can almost function again.
Once we’ve both had our fill, Chase turns to me. “Oh yeah, those boxes are for you.”
“What?”
“Clothes, remember? You needed clothes. I ordered some. I hope you like them.”
I fail to suppress a cry of glee at the prospect of new clothes. That part of last night’s conversation was something I completely forgot until now.
I cross the room and collect the boxes one by one, bring them into the bedroom and put them on the bed. Then I go back into the kitchen to get a knife to open them.
“Thank you so much, Chase!”
Seriously. Food, coffee, and new clothes all in one morning. I could kiss him. Again. Wait, then another flash hits me from last night. And it’s me. Flashing him. Did that really happen? And maybe telling him I have feelings for him? Oh no. I feel so stupid.
Maybe it didn’t really happen. Maybe it was all just a dream. I decide not to say anything as I avoid eye contact and head back into the bedroom to see my new clothes.
When I open the boxes, I’m overjoyed. Gorgeous Vera Wang, Jimmy Choo, and Louboutin dresses, skirts, and tops. Oh and the shoes are perfect.
I throw on a beautiful yellow skirt and a matching flowered top and find some pumps to complete the outfit. I run to the mirror. I love the outfit. And the best part is I look nothing like Kaylee. Maybe that will help with the whole paparazzi thing.
All done, I rejoin Chase in the living area. I find him typing away at his computer. He’s
