I left you Friday at the edge of a sex scene. I’m sure you don’t want to miss this one!
Barnes and Noble
There were a couple of posts over the weekend that you won’t want to miss either: my Celebration Nails and a New Cover!
And now, back to Charisse who has the GOGS (Glow of Good Sex).
Charisse eventually drifted into a shallow sleep where she could still sense Conor’s body behind her and his hand on her belly. When she woke up again, she decided she’d take a shower and surprise him with breakfast.
Unfortunately, as she dried off she heard the sounds of someone else making breakfast downstairs. She wrapped the towel around her and peeked out the door to see Conor still asleep. It must be Raul. She wished Conor had told him not to come that morning so they could be alone. Maybe she could convince him to leave before Conor woke up, but if he didn’t get an order from Conor, Charisse didn’t think he’d do it.
She dressed in jeans and a beige lace splicing blouse with three-quarter sleeves. Marie would call it a bohemian blouse, but it looked comfortable and warmer than some of the other things Raul had packed for her.
Conor rolled to his back but didn’t open his eyes. She was tempted to give him a kiss, but she didn’t want to wake him up until she’d shooed Raul away. She grabbed her necklace off the nightstand and latched it around her neck as she went down the stairs.
When she reached the bottom and turned towards the kitchen, Raul greeted her. “Good morning, Charisse. I’m glad to see you with color in your cheeks. You’ve been too pale.”
“Good morning,” she said, walking towards the island where she liked to sit. The scent of coffee and bacon hit her nose. She saw the makings of an omelet in the skillet. Maybe he was planning on leaving as soon as he prepared breakfast. “I feel great this morning. Conor and I are going to do some gardening before the party.”
Raul held out a mug of cafe con leche. He had to be the best assistant ever, but she still wanted to be alone with Conor.
He said, “Mr. Grishin said last night he suggested you stay here during the party. I was surprised to hear you turned him down.”
Charisse sat in a stool and took a sip of the perfect morning drink. “I don’t want Conor to have to face her alone. I’m surprised to see you here. Isn’t there a lot to do before the party?”
Raul flipped the bacon. “I’ve delegated most of the party tasks. I understand there’s a harvest festival in town. That might be more to your liking than Becca’s welcome back party.”
She set the mug on the counter. “Raul, I think you’re trying to get rid of me.”
He stared back at her. “I just worry about you. You’re like Gianna in so many ways. I don’t want…”
“Me to develop a coke habit?” she finished for him. “That’s not happening.”
“What’s not happening?” asked Conor, coming down the stairs.
When he turned the corner, Charisse lit up in a smile. He’d thrown on some shorts and a t-shirt, and his mussed hair made him look sexy.
“Raul’s worried about me going to the party. I was just telling him I was a big girl and could take care of myself.”
Conor kissed her and left his hand on her back as he spoke to Raul. “I thought I told you not to worry about us this morning? I can cook eggs…mostly.”
Raul kept a straight expression, but Charisse sensed he disagreed. He said, “Charisse might not appreciate your culinary expertise. Becca had some last minute demands I wanted to run by you, and then I’ll be gone.”
“Give her whatever she wants. I don’t care.”
Charisse said, “I thought this was her engagement party, but Raul said it was a welcome home party.”
Conor said, “She didn’t want an engagement party or for anyone to know she’s pregnant. She thinks a man and a baby make her look weak. Didn’t you get an invitation?”
Charisse blushed. “I didn’t open it. I was too mad at your note to care what the invitation said.”
Conor pulled her to him and kissed her for a long time as if Raul wasn’t in the room. In fact, when Conor released her, Raul had disappeared, leaving a perfectly cooked breakfast on the stove.
Conor whispered, “I never should have left you. But I hope I’m making up for it now.”
She touched the necklace with her fingertips. “A little,” she said with a grin.