Casserole
While Jo stayed in my bed, I put on my robe to get us some coffee and maybe a slice of toast. Quietly opening the door, I tiptoed from my room just as Miles, too, stepped outside.
“Oh.” My breath hitched at the sight of him. Messy locks fell onto his forehead, then he quickly brushed them away. “Hi!”
“Florence.” He nodded at me with an eyebrow raised expectantly, arms crossed in front of his chest, his loose shirt rolled at the sleeves.
“God, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, awkwardly shifting on my feet. “Jo fell asleep in my room…well, I fell asleep first.”
“So—” Raising his eyebrow higher, a slow smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, Miles took a step closer, towering over me “—you fell asleep?”
I lifted my chin, eyes meeting his, the scent of his body filling my lungs. “Yeah,” I whispered. “And I’m very, very sorry about it,” I added, innocently batting my eyelashes at him. God, that was definitely my mother’s trick, but as much as I hated to admit it, it did really work.
Miles smiled then lowered his mouth to mine and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.
“I might be willing…to forgive you.”
Alright, it didn’t work. Apparently that was solely my mother’s move. I tried.
“What, gonna make me beg on my knees?” I blurted out sarcastically, suddenly realising I took the thought right out of his mouth.
Miles smirked then, catching the blush touching my cheeks, he drawled, “Those exact words, Florence. Those exact words.”
“Um.” I cleared my throat. “I was going to get Josephine some coffee.”
“I’ll walk you.” He nodded ahead down the corridor.
“Oh, sure.”
“So, is Jo okay?” he asked as we sauntered down the hall.
“She had a fight with Mark. Something about his brother not coming to the wedding and now changing his plans last minute.”
“Ah.”
“I don’t think she likes him much, but…he is Mark’s brother.”
“Yeah, he and Mark don’t really get along either.”
“Really? I mean, I’ve never met him, so not that I could tell. Do you know why?” I asked as we entered the kitchen.
“Oh, there you two are.” My mother beamed at the sight of us. “We are having breakfast in the garden. Care to join?” Garden, huh? Last night’s memories suddenly left me at a loss for words.
“Morning, Elizabeth,” said Miles.
“Mum,” I nodded at her, mastering a pleasant smile.
“Sorry about yesterday.” The apology rambled from his chest.
“That’s nonsense!” My mother shook her head then looked at the two of us, eyes flickering from one side to the other. “Did you have a nice dinner?” she asked.
Miles shot me a quick, knowing glance; the faintest smirk possible touched his lips and I immediately knew what was on his dirty mind right now. Oh my God! My eyes widened momentarily.
“Yes, yes, indeed, it was very nice, Elizabeth. Undoubtedly,” he began, his eyes locking onto mine for a brief moment, “my favourite dish so far.”
“Really? What did you have?” she asked, then shifted her gaze to me. “We definitely should serve that in our house for dinner while Miles is still staying with us.”
A nervous chuckle erupted from me at once. “Casserole!” I quickly blurted. “We had seafood casserole.”
“Oh! Lovely! I’ll talk to Dorothy then.”
“Can’t wait to taste it again!” Miles offered my mother a smile. Jesus Christ! Eyeing him with a scowl, his grin spread even wider as he added, drawling, “I could eat it every day!”
Blush crept up my neck. My mind mentally took me back through time…
and space, when I was, well, legs widespread…
having the best orgasm in my life. God, suddenly, a breath hitched in my throat and the heat coiled in my stomach.
“I guess,” I muttered, offering my mother a tight-lipped smile, then a quick glance at Miles, “I would love that too.”
“Wonderful!” she beamed. “Oh,” she turned to me, “have you seen Josephine?”
“Yeah, I was gonna get her coffee.”
“Ah, alright! Please tell her I was looking for her.”
“Sure, Mum.”