Bre was careful not to leave a mess on the pool table when she climbed off of Collin. They both laughed nervously as the surveyed the scene they left behind. They were like excited teenagers that knew they had just done something they weren’t supposed to do as they put themselves back together and snuck out of the man cave before anyone found them.

It didn’t take long for them to agree that it was time to get some food. She’d lost her appetite earlier, but Bre was absolutely famished at this point. Collin promised that he knew exactly where they needed to go. She was pleasantly surprised when they arrived at the back entrance to the kitchen. Her stomach immediately gurgled.

Like everything else in this mansion, the kitchen was oversized and way too extravagant. The counters were white marble and there was a massive island in the middle of the room. Bre counted six ovens on one wall and her brain nearly imploded as she tried to figure out just how many people this place could entertain at one time. It was still incredible to her that a place this nice was owned by just one person.

This obviously wasn’t the first time Collin had come raiding the kitchen. He already had a good rapport with the head chef, who greeted them warmly. The chef offered to make something special, but Collin waved him off and opted to raid the huge walk-in pantry for them.

Bre watched in amazement as Collin deftly put together two incredible, gigantic sandwiches. He stacked them high with meats, cheeses, tomatoes, and lettuce. She had to admit that they looked basically perfect. A sandwich was exactly what she needed after the morning full of… activities.

They sat at one end of the huge island and scarfed down their sandwiches in relative peace and quiet for a while. Bre had eaten half of it before she noticed the amused look on Collin’s face as he watched her eating.

“Do I have mayo on my cheek or something?” she asked between huge bites.

“I’m just surprised is all.”

“You’ve never seen a girl eat before?”

“It’s just that you’re so tiny. I never would have guessed that—”

“That I eat like a four-hundred-pound gorilla?” she said, cutting him off.

“…that you have such a healthy appetite.”

Bre’s eyes narrowed, suspiciously.

“That’s just your polite way of saying that I eat like a gorilla.”

“I would never,” he said, sounding indignant. “That would be very inconsiderate… to the gorilla.”

“Hey!”

She slapped him on the arm but neither of them could hold back a round of laughter.

“I’ve always had a… healthy appetite. In fact, when I started puberty, I—”

Collin held up a hand, cutting her off. Bre frowned, uncertain why he was stopping her. He got a concerned look on his face while he tried to figure out how to respond.

“We never finished discussing those rules from before…”

Ah. So that’s what this was about.

Bre gave him a hard look and took another bite of her sandwich before responding. She hoped it was clear that she still wasn’t convinced that there should be any… rules… between them.

“Fine… They’re obviously important to you. What are these rules you keep wanting to talk about?”

“Don’t be like that. They’re for your benefit just as much as mine.”

“You keep saying that…”

“You already know the first one: no talking about exes or past relationships.”

She shrugged.

“That won’t be a problem for me… I don’t really have any exes.”

“You see, that’s the kind of information I don’t want to know.”

Bre rolled her eyes and didn’t bother responding to the comment.

“And the other rules?”

Collin gave her a serious look but chose not to press the issue.

“Rule number two: no childhood issues or traumas.”

“Of course… If you don’t want to know about my lack of exes, then you also don’t want to know about my fucked up childhood. Check.”

Collin was visibly getting more annoyed. Good. He deserved getting some shit for putting these stupid rules between them. Whatever happened to two people just having a good time?

“Rule number three: no talking about future dreams or anything like that.”

She gave him a flat look. Was there going to be an end to these rules any time soon? She leaned forward, looking at him intently.

“Tell me… am I going to be allowed to even touch you or look at you by the time you’re done with all of the rules?”

Collin gave her a nervous smile.

“Well, usually that’s all of them, but I thought we might have one more for our specific situation.”

Bre leaned back, rolling her eyes once again.

“Of course. Might as well cover all our bases. Wouldn’t want to accidentally have too much fun or anything.”

Collin ignored the comment. He obviously wasn’t in the mood to have any fun with her. Maybe this was just how he went about breaking up with girls. Bre had never been dumped before, but she imagined it couldn’t be any worse than this.

“Since we’re just having fun for the weekend, I thought it would be important that we have a rule about not making any plans for the future.”

She actually had to laugh at that, which obviously caught Collin off guard. He frowned.

“Did I miss something?”

She nodded.

“That last one probably doesn’t need to be a rule. After the first three, it’s pretty obvious that you don’t want to make plans with me anytime soon.”

“You’re going to thank me when this is over…”

Bre leaned forward again. She made sure he saw her nibble her bottom lip as she came in close.

“Trust me, if there’s anything I’m going to thank you for it’s going to be for how good you eat my pussy.”

That made his back stiffen. Hopefully that wasn’t the only part of him that got stiff. He visibly swallowed. She took that as a good sign.

“I’m sure there will be plenty of that,” he managed.

“There’d better be, since your rules are taking all the other fun out of it.”

“They’re for our protection.”

“That’s funny… you didn’t seem too concerned with protection earlier.”

Bre wished she had a Snapchat of how quickly Collin’s face blanched.

“You didn’t say anything before… I just assumed you were on the pill.”

She tilted her head down so she could look up at him, incredulously.

“Do you always just assume a lady is on the pill when she doesn’t make you wear a rubber? That’s a dangerous game to play.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, quickly. “Christ, I’m not really good at this…”

Finally, Bre couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. She nudged him on the arm.

“Calm down, player. I’m just fucking with you.”

His brow scrunched, obviously thrown off.

“So you…”

“I’ve got it covered.”

Collin let out a sigh of relief.

“You’ve got to stop doing that. You really had me going there.”

Bre shook her head.

“Never. I’m having way too much fun messing with you. And since you and your rules are intent on taking all of my fun away I’m going to keep what I can.”

They finished their sandwiches in relative silence. Bre was pretty sure that Collin was still thrown off by how much she could eat. Most guys were when they first took her out. She wasn’t one of those girls that was afraid to eat in front of a guy. She assumed there were a lot of those girls out there because her dates were always surprised when she polished off her plate.

“So where are we off to next?” Bre asked, after finishing the last of her sandwich.

“I thought I’d give you a little tour of the house. Show you some of my favorite places.”

She cocked an eyebrow and gave him a sideways look.

“You sure that isn’t going to break any of the rules?”

He leaned forward and whispered so that only she could hear.

“Not if we have sex in each of the places…”

An excited rush went through her before settling between her legs. He was finally saying something she could support.

“So it’s kind of like a private sex tour?”

“Something like that,” Collin said, the corner of his lip curling into a sexy smirk.

Bre bit her lip, already excited about what the rest of the day might bring.

“And where’s the first stop on this sexy little tour of yours?”

Collin motioned with his head for her to follow.

“Let me show you.”