Miami After Hours by Yahrah St. John

Author:Yahrah St. John
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-08-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Eventually, when she woke up later that morning, Angela was famished. They’d certainly worked up an appetite, making love several times throughout the morning and night.

“Do you intend to feed me?” she asked, elbowing Daniel in the side. “Or am I merely here to sate your ravenous desires?”

Daniel turned on his side and gave her a dazzling smile. “My ravenous desires? I’d say someone shared my enthusiasm.” He reached for the sheet between them and lowered it so he could tweak her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Hey!” She smacked his hand away. “Don’t start something you can’t finish. I’m hungry.”

His eyes darkened. “Oh yeah? So am I.”

“Down, tiger. I need food.”

“All right.” He rose from the bed and padded unashamedly naked out of the room. He returned several moments later with his phone. In their hasty encounter last night, his pants were still on the living room floor. “Let’s order in. What do you fancy?”

After they’d ordered, Daniel threw on a pair of jogging pants and selected a Millionaire Moguls T-shirt from his closet for Angela to wear, which, she noticed, was so neat it was color-coded. Then he headed to the kitchen to make them coffee.

Angela followed behind him. As she did, she looked around the penthouse. In the light of day, she saw that Daniel didn’t have much in the way of family photos or personal memorabilia. The only decoration was the odd abstract piece of art and sculptures. About the only item that was in abundance was an extensive library of books. “Where are all your photos?” she inquired.

“Of whom?”

“Of your family. Your friends. Don’t you have any?”

Daniel busied himself with adding water to his Keurig machine and procuring mugs for each of them from the overhead cabinets. He placed the first pod in the machine and let it percolate. “Of course I do, I just choose not to display them. I like a clean slate.”

Angela wondered if that was the real reason. She’d never seen a home so bare of personality. Was there something Daniel was trying to hide or didn’t want to show the rest of the world? Or perhaps something or someone he wanted to forget? His penthouse could use some warmth, and if she happened to become more of a fixture here, she would do something about it.

Daniel handed her the first mug of coffee. “And you? What’s your apartment like?” He added another pod to the Keurig to make himself a cup.

“My place has lots of big bold colors, plants and paintings.”

“Much like you,” Daniel mused. “You’re very bold and expressive.”

“Yes, I am. There’s nothing wrong with having some individuality.”

“Sounds like that’s been a problem for you in the past,” Daniel said as he reached for the finished mug of coffee and brought it to his lips.

How had he picked up on that?

She shrugged. “My parents are conformists. Everything by the book. And I just dance to the beat of my own drum.”

“I would say that makes you special.

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