Turn Over

“Sleeping.” I saw an image of her auburn hair tussled over her shoulders. I waited until I knew she was sleeping deeply before I dressed and walked to the office. I didn’t want to wake her and risk her leaving.

“You should take her breakfast.” She hopped up and started opening cabinets.

“What are you doing?”

“I keep continental breakfast items for the residents, but they have all passed through here by now. You know seniors eat at like six in the morning.” She filled a paper bag with bananas, blueberry muffins, and a couple of yogurts from the fridge. She walked across the room and grabbed the flowers on display and tied a ribbon around them. “And flowers. Girls love flowers.”

“I know what girls like.” I eyed her. “This is not my first rodeo, sweetheart.”

“I’m just trying to help.” She handed me the makeshift breakfast picnic. “Here.”

“Thanks.” It didn’t matter how much I resisted, I knew I had just become Eden’s top priority. “Will you scan these back to me in separate attachments?” I traded her the papers I had signed for the food.

“Sure. But don’t let work get in the way of real life.”

“Eden, stop with the sermons. I know what I’m doing.”

“Right. Sorry.” She winced. “Have a good day, and tell Sydney I said hello.” There was an I-told-you-so hint in her voice.

“Thanks for the food.” I walked out of the office, carrying the goodies for Sydney.

By the time I walked into the condo and set the food on the counter, the sun had filtered through the windows, throwing beams of sunlight into the kitchen. I hummed under my breath while I arranged breakfast on a tray.

I poured a cup of coffee for her and positioned it on the edge of the tray next to the vase of flowers.

I took careful steps to the bedroom. She was right where I left her. Her back moved with deep breaths. The skin on her shoulders was golden and freckled from the sun. I studied the curves of her back, how they dipped at her hips and swelled over her bottom. God, she was gorgeous even asleep. I shook my head.

I placed the tray next to the bed, but she didn’t stir. Couldn’t say I blamed her, after three rounds of mind-blowing sex I was feeling exhausted too. I pulled the T-shirt I had thrown on over my head, stepped out of my jeans and crawled into bed next to her. I felt her body align against my back and within minutes my eyes closed and I slipped into sleep.

I shot out of bed, unsure of the time. I heard light laughter over my shoulder.

“You ok?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah. I don’t usually sleep in like that.” I turned to see Sydney smiling at me.

The breakfast tray was almost empty. “Thanks for bringing me food.”

“Have you been awake long?” I asked.

“No, just long enough to eat.”

I checked my phone. I had emails piling up, and a few missed calls from the office. I rolled out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

I dialed Mark and stepped into the living room. “What do you have for me?”

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning.” I still hadn’t checked the time. The morning was a fog. Between waking up at five to help Sydney with her story, to the shower that moved into bed, and then climbing back in to sleep, my body was out of sorts.

“Congratulations again on the Cove deal.”

“Thanks, I appreciate everyone’s efforts yesterday. Now the real work begins.”

“That’s why I’m calling.”

“Go on.” I waited.

“We have two sub-contractors lined up in San Antonio who are interested in bidding on the resort. Do you want me to drive down and meet with them?”