Chapter Thirty-One
Elliot
“Oh my God, Sera. He’s even hotter in person!”
I can’t hide the smirk over Seraphine’s friend whispering to her about me. Or, thinking she’s whispering because she’s quite loud. Alcohol will do that to you, and they’ve both clearly had a lot. I can tell by the glassy eyes and flushed faces. The cheesy grins help too.
Everything about this friend of Seraphine’s—Gia—is the opposite of my Seraphine.
Where Seraphine has dark hair and fair skin, Gia has blond hair with naturally tanned skin.
Olive toned. Her eyes are big and bright.
They’re the first thing you notice about her, and I bet they make a lot of men go absolutely crazy.
“Stop it,” Seraphine hisses, shoving at her friend. “I said nothing embarrassing.”
“Talking about my good looks is embarrassing?” I ask as I reach them, giving them a grin too.
Seraphine covers her face with her hands, muttering something under her breath.
“No, it’s not,” Gia says, getting to her feet unsteadily and offering me her hand. She sways and I chuckle as I take her hand. “Giavanna Marino.”
“Elliot Caldwell.”
“Oh, I know who you are.” She bites her bottom lip as she looks at me.
“Knock it off, Gia,” Seraphine groans.
I smile wider, letting go of Gia’s hand to grasp Seraphine’s hands, pulling them from her face. Holding her chin, I lean down to kiss her.
“Have you been talking about me?”
“No,” she says the same time Gia says, “yes.”
I raise a brow and Seraphine glares at Gia.
“Has she?” I ask.
“Yes, but not nearly enough.”
I make an agreeable sound, then turn my attention back to Seraphine.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Or we could stay here, have a drink, and I could get to know you a little?” Gia suggests.
“Oh, absolutely not.” Seraphine hops to her feet, stumbling into me. I grab her by the waist steadying her but not letting her go. “Another day, Gia.”
“Okay, fine. I get it. You want to go get some big dick. I tot—”
“Gia!” Seraphine shouts.
“What?” Gia asks as if she doesn’t understand what she said wrong. I can’t help but laugh.
“Do you have a ride home, Giavanna?”
She waves me off, reaching for her purse. “Oh, I’ll be fine. I’ll catch an Uber or something.”
“Nonsense. Let me give you a ride.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she says.
“I insist.”
“Well, if you insist.” She’s mocking me, but not unkindly.
I lead the women to my car, which is parked right in front.
“You are not supposed to park here,” Gia says smartly when I pull open the door. “Says it’s reserved for the owner.”
“Don’t tell me,” Seraphine says, turning toward me.
I only smile in return.
“What did I miss?” Gia asks.
Seraphine rolls her eyes as she drops into the passenger seat. “He is the owner, Gia.”
Giavanna gasps, looking at me and then nodding in approval. “Hell yeah.” She holds her hand up for a high-five, so I give her one and shake my head. She’s fun.
She gets herself into the back seat as I round the car and get into the front.
“This is a nice car, Elliot,” Gia says from the back. “Some kind of Porsche or something?”
I flinch. Not because there is anything wrong with a Porsche, but how do you get them mixed up?
“Tesla, actually. S Plaid model.”
“Oh, fancy. I hear Ian McKellan is kind of a jerk though.”
“Ian Mckellan?” I question. What did he ever do to anyone?
“Uh, yeah. The guy who made Tesla.”
I chuckle under my breath. “You mean Elon Musk?”
“Sure, whatever.”
Seraphine giggles from beside me, and I reach over to take her hand.
“For the record, Ian McKellan is a great man,” I say.
“Professor X, right?” she asks.
“Not quite,” I answer.
“Gia, just stop. You’re making yourself look like a fool.”
“Well, I’m sorry I don’t know all the actors out there, Sera. Sheesh.”
“So, is someone going to tell me where I’m going?”
Both women burst out into laughter, and I find myself just driving as I wait for them to get themselves together. Seraphine finally rambles off Gia’s address.
It takes an hour to drop off Gia and get back to my place, but I don’t mind.
I’d rather make sure Seraphine’s friend got home safe.
Besides, now that we’re here, I have Seraphine all night long, in my house.
And tomorrow is Sunday, no work, meaning I get to keep her all day too.
And if I’m lucky, or particularly charming, maybe I can convince her to stay tomorrow night as well since we’re going to the same place for work in the morning.
It’s a card I plan to play as often as I can.
She’s snoring softly when we pull into my driveway, and I don’t care if all we do is sleep tonight. I’m content to just hold her while she sleeps. I put my hand on her thigh to shake her gently.
“Seraphine,” I say softly, but she doesn’t respond. I repeat her name, this time a little louder. “Seraphine.”
Still nothing.
I get out of the car and move around to the other side to open her door. She rolls her head away from me, sucking in a sharp breath. I undo her seatbelt and scoop her into my arms, using my hip to close the door. Her arms come around my neck, her face nuzzling into my neck. A soft hum leaves her.
I manage to get us into the house without dropping her and go right upstairs to put her in my bed.
I get her comfortable and completely naked before putting one of my t-shirts on her.
She sleeps through the entire thing. When I’m done, I watch her for a moment to make sure she’s okay.
She’s breathing fine, and she’s a normal color.
Probably just tired and drank a lot. I go back downstairs to lock up and get a bottle of water for her.
I leave it on the bedside table that has become hers, since she’s always on that side of the bed when she’s here.
If she needs pain killers in the morning, I’ll get them for her then.
For now, I get undressed, slip on a pair of pajama pants, and get into bed with her.
Blindly, I swipe my hand across my bed to find it cold.
Opening my eyes, the bright sun filters in through my curtains, shining over my bed.
My empty bed. I sit up, looking around the room.
Also empty. The bottle of water I left on the end table is gone.
The only hint that Seraphine is still here is the clothes I got her out of last night are right where I left them, draped over the armchair.
So, I go in search of her, the thought of her roaming around my house naked is tempting. The way I find her is so much better.
Her back is to me as she stands at the stove, cooking something that smells delicious.
She’s wearing the t-shirt of mine I put her in, that’s big enough to fit her like a too-short skirt.
The bottoms of her ass cheeks poke out just enough to tease me.
Her hair is up in a messy knot at the top of her head, and she’s swaying as if dancing to a song only she can hear.
I stand there, watching her for an indecent amount of time, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t make my feet move. I want to go to her, touch her, kiss her. But watching her, seeing her like this with the morning shine gleaming over her, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She turns around before I get a chance to go to her. Her face brightens the minute she lays eyes on me.
“Morning,” she says with a raspy voice.
“Morning,” I manage to get out.
My chest aches, and fuck… I think I love her.
It’s a fleeting thought. Also a jarring one. But it’s there now. Niggling at me, wanting me to give it attention. Still, I push it away and go to her, needing to touch her now.
I kiss her everywhere I can, touching everywhere I can, until she’s fighting me off, complaining that the food will burn.
Begrudgingly, I let her go and finally take a look at what she’s making. In one pan, there’s French Toast lined up. In a saucepan is some red liquid that’s simmering and smells sweet. Some sort of fruit sauce?
“What in the world is this?” I ask. “Where did you get everything to make this?”
“I had it delivered.”
“Delivered?” I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s nearly eleven. I never sleep this late. “How long have you been awake?”
“A little before seven.”
“On a weekend?”
She lets out a little laugh. “I know, it’s weird. But whenever I drink that much, I sleep so heavily that I’m rested enough to get up early.”
“That is weird,” I agree, then move to the coffee pot and find there’s already some made, so I pour a cup. I make a face after a swallow and hear Seraphine giggling. “What is this?” I point to the cup.
“It’s coffee,” she answers smartly.
“What kind of coffee?” I put the cup down and move to her as she flips a French Toast.
“Hazelnut.”
“Is this something you ordered this morning as well?” I kiss her neck.
“Mhm,” she answers, turning off the burner on the stove.
“And what will I do with the rest of it?”
She turns in my arms, putting her hands on my hips. So small, soft, warm.
“Guess I’ll just have to come here more often to drink it.”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea.” Tilting her chin up, I press my lips to hers gently. She deepens the kiss, sliding her hands up my chest and resting them there.
I slip my hands to the hem of the shirt, tugging on it before lifting her by her legs and sitting her on the counter.
“Elliot,” she gasps.
“Sorry,” I mutter against her neck, noting how cold the countertop is. “Let me warm you up.”
I drop to my knees and spread her legs to lick her pussy.
“Oh, God!” she cries out, hands tugging at my hair.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, flick it, suck on it, do everything to drive her absolutely wild until she’s begging me to let her come.
I do, only because she should probably eat. I’ll have more of her later. I plan to have her all day. Helping her back to her feet, I give her another kiss before grabbing plates from the cabinet.
“Oh, I forgot!”
She puts down the spatula and hurries over to the blender that has some white liquid in it. She presses the button to turn it on, and after a moment, it turns solid.
“Fresh whipped cream?”
“Yep,” she says with a nod. “It’s the best.”
She goes back to plating the food, laying out two pieces of French toast on each before drizzling some of the fruit mix over it, then topping it with the fresh whipped cream.
“This looks delicious,” I say as I carry the plates to the small table in the kitchen. Seraphine carries over the mugs of coffee. Putting the plates down, I grab silverware then sit for us to eat.
We eat quickly, both with a voracious appetite. I wash the dishes when we’re done, leaving them in the strainer to dry.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, leaning against the counter to face her.
“Other than you?” she asks, walking toward me and dragging her finger around my belly button then up my chest and back down.
“I won’t argue with that.”
She cups my balls, massaging them gently before getting to her knees and tugging down my pants just enough to free my thickening dick.
It’s in her mouth before I’m fully hard.
Her eagerness to make me come has me wanting to come, and I give into it knowing I have the entire day to fuck her.
She drinks me down like a fucking pro, taking every last drop, looking up at me like she’s some innocent little thing.
“You are trouble,” I growl, pulling her up to kiss her, not at all caring that my cum still lingers on her tongue.