I stretch languidly, catlike. I keep my eyes closed and snuggle my head deeper into the feather pillow. A cool breeze caresses my body. On reflex, my hand attempts to reach for a cover, but finds nothing.

I am in that delicious state of being asleep just before waking.

A familiar scent tickles my nostrils and sends signals to my brain, signals I would rather not know about. I twitch my nose. Is it time to wake up, or can I steal a few more minutes?

The delicious smell of coffee makes me open my eyes. I’m unable to resist any longer.

I’m looking at Todd—a half-naked Todd. His eyes are devouring my body. He smiles and hands me a mug of steaming black liquid.

I prop my head on my bent arm for support. Gingerly, my lips wrap around the porcelain and take a sip. Boy, this is good coffee.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

A bit of dust is irritating my nose and I twitch it.

“Do you look at all your girls like that after you’ve conquered them?”

For the first time, I notice the tiny dimples on his cheeks when he smiles.

“Only you. I’ve never seen someone look so angelic and candid in their sleep.”

Suddenly acutely aware of my nakedness, I grab the sheet and pull it up to my chin.

He pouts.

“You didn’t have to,” he mumbles, and I feel the heat rise to my face.

Instead of an answer, I take another sip of the coffee. I usually need two large hits of caffeine before I’m able to face the day properly.

Bits of images from last night flash up in my mind, and I feel myself go even redder in the face. Had that really been me?

“Voila,” Todd’s voice rouses me from navel gazing.

I hadn’t noticed the old-fashioned tea trolley next to the bed. He pulls a sheet covering it to reveal a selection of scrumptious breakfast goodies.

Suddenly, my stomach grumbles. To my own surprise, I’m hungry.

“Wow,” I’m impressed. “This looks good.”

He takes a little bow before he comes to sit beside me on the bed. Like the gentlemen he is, he hands me a plate of French toast.

“Dig in,” he says and at the same time, kisses the top of my shoulder.

“I haven’t had French toast in ages.”

I take a big bite, and try to focus on the delicious flavors assaulting my senses. Unfortunately, Todd’s gentle kisses are making it difficult.

Like tiny butterflies, his lips flit across my shoulder, up to my neck and down my back again.

Desire spreads through me.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

Todd gives a tiger-like growl.

“I am already,” he murmurs between kisses. His hands are wandering to places they shouldn’t be in right now, at least not, if we are going to get up soon.

A groan escapes my lips. He certainly knows how to push my buttons.

“So,” Todd’s lips leave my back. “What are your plans for the day?”

Don’t stop, I want to shout, but I hold it in. I try and focus on the question. Apparently, my brain doesn’t work so well around Todd Alexander. I’m trying to recall what day it is.

“I’ve got today off,” I admit, and my mind is already thinking ahead about all the sex we could have.

“Great.” He happily grabs some toast for himself.

My body is screaming for him to touch me. I take a large gulp of coffee instead. To distract myself, I use all my inner strength to focus on my breakfast.

How long has it been since someone served me breakfast in bed? I can’t recall.

“What are you plans?” I ask Todd and reach for some fruit.

Todd’s finger follows an invisible trail on my arm. My nerve endings are screaming for more.

“I don’t have much on.” He admits. “How about we hang together?”

I laugh. Has he really just suggested we ‘hang’ together?

“What’s so funny?” He looks crestfallen.

“You,” I lean toward him and give him little kiss on his cheek.

His hands grab my face, and before I can stop him, his lips are on top of mine. They are hard, forceful, and demanding.

When he lets go of me, I’m breathing harder than if I’d sprinted a marathon.

“That’s your punishment for calling me funny,” he has a pretend scowl.

“Wow,” I’m momentarily lost for words.

“So how about it? You’ll spend the day with me?”

I look straight at him.

Somewhere deep down—reaching at me from very deep down—alarm bells are ringing. I stop to consider this.

What harm could it do to hang out with Todd for the day? It’s not like I’m committing for life, am I? I hardly know anything about him, so it’s the perfect chance to do so. And who knows, I might be pleasantly surprised at the end of the day.

What’s the saying, in for a penny, in for a pound? I just spent a fantastic evening with Todd, so why not see where it will lead?

“Sure,” I smile brightly at him.

I’d be lying if I don’t acknowledge I’m starting to get interested in Todd beyond him being the main actor on my film. I’ve managed to scratch the surface of bad boy Todd…I’m curious to see how far I can dig, and what I’ll discover.

“One condition though,” I say, getting out of bed to grab my scattered clothes.

“What’s that, beauty?”

The man knows how to flatter a woman, that’s for sure.

“We need to go to my place first, so I can freshen up, get a change of clothes and some other things.”

Todd grins.

“You look just fine the way you are now.” He grabs my hand and stops me from getting dressed.

He kisses me. This time his lips are soft, gentle, as if asking for permission. I melt into his arms.

“We won’t make it to the door like this,” I whisper into his ear.

“What’s wrong with that?” he purrs, and I chuckle.

An annoying buzzing sound, like a gigantic fly buzzing around his head interrupts us. It doesn’t stop.

Todd sighs and releases me. As he retrieves his phone from his pocket, I scamper and quickly put my clothes on.

Once Todd is off the phone, he grabs his keys and we walk out the door.

“We’ll finish what we started later,” he whispers into my ear and I feel a sweet longing between my legs, a longing I have only come to know since last night.