Except she didn’t seem all that happy to see him.
Or his smile.
“My purse?” she asked, glancing around the room.
“Over there,” he pointed to the table beside the bed. They’d scooped it up the night before because she was the only one with a supply of condoms. Maverick made a mental note to remedy that situation next time he was in town.
She grabbed her black bag and rooted around for her keys, walking toward the door without even glancing his way.
“You’re leaving now?” he asked, following her out into the hall and down the stairs.
She didn’t answer. Just nodded.
This woman was really going to make him work.
“Just so you know, I do count eggs and breakfast among my many skills.”
“I’m not hungry,” she replied, reaching for the door. “But thanks.” Her back was still to him and annoyed, Maverick strode toward her, leaning against the wall beside her.
“Hey, are we okay?” he asked carefully. Shit. He was usually the one ready to leave the next morning. In fact (and he wasn’t being an asshole or anything), he couldn’t remember the last time a woman had been so eager to leave him.
Her red nails closed around the door handle. “Yes, Rick. We’re okay.” She glanced up at him, those pale eyes unreadable. “But let’s not make last night anything more than what it was.”
“And it was…”
“We had sex.”
“Four times.”
She tilted her face. He decided not to bring up the fact that her cheek was chafed from his stubble. He wondered what her inner thighs looked like.
“Yes we had sex four times.” Her mouth twitched. “The blowjob was complimentary.”
She tugged on the door and inched it open, letting in cold, fresh air.
“I really do make a mean breakfast.”
She toed the edge of the door with her boot, closing it enough to keep the cold air at bay. “I have to go. Connor…”
He moved back. “Of course. I get it.” And he did, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. Guess he was a selfish bastard. He’d been looking forward to spending a lazy morning with her, sharing hot coffee and scrambled eggs.
“Just so you know I came here last night to tell you off.” Charlie met his gaze, eyes unflinching.
“Right. You said that.”
“My plan wasn’t to have sex with you.”
“No sex.”
“No. Not even once,” she replied.
“So I should consider myself lucky that we managed to do the deed four times?”
“Extremely lucky.”
“Huh. And this morning—“
“I told you, complimentary.”