Simon had followed me out and was purring at my shins. As soon as the water was poured into the coffee maker, I opened a can of his favorite food and put it in his bowl. He meowed at me incredulously and sniffed it a few times, presumably to see if I had poisoned him on top of making him wait. I shook my head and walked away, heading to the bread rack to get some slices for toast.
I didn’t have much in the way of breakfast food in my house. Often, if I really wanted a big breakfast, I would just message Derek and he would make a meal in the kitchen for me to eat.
I relied on that more than I probably should, and my ingredient list for breakfast foods was pretty lacking. I had bread for toast, a half-finished box of cocoa rice cereal, and about two strips of bacon. And an avocado. I opted for avocado toast and told myself I was simply channeling my Californian pride. Plus, it was stupidly easy.
The smell of the coffee brewing must have done its magic, because I heard a shuffling in the bedroom before the pot was done brewing. I leaned back against the counter, facing the bedroom door, and waited to see her poke her head out. When she did, I was floored by her beauty.
Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, strands falling down on either side of her slender neck. The makeup from the day before had been scrubbed off, but her bright eyes and full lips were as intoxicating as ever. She pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose, and an awkward, friendly smile crossed her face. I poured two cups of coffee, placing one on the counter across from me, and she slowly came out from behind the doorway like another cat, waiting to be fed.
When she came out all the way from her hiding spot behind the door, my mouth fell open a little, and my heart raced. I had just seen her completely, gloriously nude hours before, but seeing her like this was still incredible. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts, long and white and sort of see-through. Her perky nipples created pink peaks in the center of her large, round breasts. The hem of the shirt stopped in the middle of her thigh, but when she stepped into the kitchen, I could see the faintest glimpse of the bottom of her ass.
She had zeroed in on the coffee, and her arms were outstretched as she reached for it.
“Morning,” I said.
She didn’t respond, opting instead to take the scalding hot coffee to her face and letting the steam cover it. She stood there for a moment, inhaling the smell of the coffee as she clutched her eyes shut and smiled. Eventually, she blinked a few times and looked up at me.
“Good morning,” she said.
“I take it you need coffee before conversations in the morning,” I laughed.
She nodded, the smile still on her face, and took a sip. A look that seemed awfully familiar from hazy memories of the night before crossed her face. My cock twitched in spite of myself, and I grinned. She took another deep gulp and sighed.
“I’m a little addicted,” she said.
“Are you hungry? I have some toast… er… toasting.”
“I would love that.”
“I don’t have much in the way of toppings, but I have butter, and I have an avocado with everything bagel seasoning,” I said, shrugging.
“I love avocado toast,” Danica said. “I know how terribly cliché it is, but it’s amazing.”
“Then you are in luck. Because it is about to pop right about… now.”
The toaster popped right on cue, and she looked back at it and then at me, her eyes wide.
“It’s on a timer,” I said. “I just so happened to see the clock change to a new minute when I dropped the bread in, so it’s less magical.”
She laughed, and we fell into a somewhat awkward silence as I scooped out the avocado and spread it on the toast. We sat down at the kitchen table and sprinkled the seasoning on and began to eat, chatting amiably about breakfast foods. When we finished, I took the plates into the kitchen and began rinsing them off. Danica looked at the clock and muttered a whispery curse.
“We need to get moving,” she said. “I was planning on checking out of the room a day early since we have everything already moving.”
“Sure, sure,” I said. “I need to get to work anyway. Lots of stuff in the lab to finish up.”
“I’ll be back. Have to get dressed,” she said and walked by me. I watched her go and then put the dishes in the dishwasher. I took a few steps closer to the bedroom and glanced in. Danica was facing away from me, but she was standing only in her thong panties. She turned halfway, and I saw her profile, her gorgeous body streaked by sunlight.