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She offered him a smile. “Yeah, I’m awake.”

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, kneeling beside the bathtub and looking toward her.

“Yes, but I hear a woman’s first time always hurts.”

“How was it your first time?” he asked.

Chapter Four

Kate woke up, stared up at the ceiling, and then she felt the bed dip, and she gave a grunt as Belle walked right up her body, not being too careful about putting her feet into delicate areas. She didn’t realize there was a part of her thigh, then of course her pussy, as well as her stomach, that stung as Belle moved her weight from paw to paw.

“Hey, girl,” she said, sitting up, and last night came flooding back to her. She wasn’t in the guest bedroom.

Cruz was nowhere to be seen, and she was alone in his bedroom. He insisted she stay with him for the night. She couldn’t exactly argue, well, she probably could have argued, but what would have been the point?

“You’re awake, and you look so adorable. Have you been out for your morning walk?” she asked.

Underneath the covers, she was naked. She lifted Belle off her lap, slid out from beneath the covers, and quickly searched Cruz’s drawers for any kind of clothing. It was best to stick to sweatpants and long-sleeved t-shirts, which she quickly pulled on. She was not shivering, so that must have meant Cruz was up and had put the heating on.

Belle’s tail wagged, and Kate blew her kisses and told her to follow. She didn’t know if they were the right instructions, but it seemed to work as Belle followed, with her tail wagging behind her. Kate picked up Belle and carried her all the way downstairs. She knew the dog could walk up the stairs, but with the snowstorm, she did not want to risk an accident, and being unable to get her to the vet.

She called out to Cruz. Nothing. Kate quickly looked into every room, and there was no sign of him, so she went to the kitchen. The coffeepot was not even on. She rushed to the door and opened it to find a thick layer of snow, but Cruz must have been up, because there was a path leading away from the door. Belle did not leave the house. She must have already gone out.

Shivering, she closed the door and went to the coffeepot. She started to load it up, because Cruz was going to need his coffee. With the coffeepot loaded, already filling the air with its glorious scent, she got to work on breakfast.

Last night, she saw his fridge was packed, as was his freezer. He probably made one of his well-known trips to the grocery store. With how moody he was, he tended to have some of the younger girls working at the store in fits of tears. He was not a patient man.

She grabbed the bacon, eggs, and she went to his cupboard, where his endless supply of beans were. She just shook her head at the rampant sight. Of all of the things to have an endless supply of, why did it have to be canned flavored beans? They were all the same flavor, as well. She had also spotted a variety of hot sauces in the pantry.

Shaking her head, she got to work in cooking him some breakfast. She found the waffle-maker and figured he was going to have to have a large breakfast. Fluffy waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs, and his famous beans, which she seasoned up with a little hot sauce.

With all of that done, she was taking out the last waffle as the door opened, letting in a gust of cold air. She gritted her teeth and turned around. When she first entered the kitchen, she caught sight of the new tablecloth, and looking at Cruz now, she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks blush. She tried not to think about what they did in this room, that she lost her virginity to Cruz, the man she had been lusting after.

“Morning,” she said.

Was she even supposed to be talking to him the morning after? Cruz moved toward her, and she couldn’t help her eyes going wide, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in. She lost all sense of self as his lips touched hers. Just that touch alone made her toes curl, and it made her a little breathless. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him.

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Did you, um, did you take Belle out?”

“Yeah, I did. She does not like the cold.”

“No, I believe Tillie has told me many times that it is a struggle to even get her to walk.”

“Yep, that’s right. She did her business and rushed right back to the front door, shaking. I got her inside, made sure she was nice and warm, and then went out to do my usual checks. The phone line is down, as is cell service.”

“The men that work for you, will they even attempt to come in?” Kate asked, worried for them.

“No, I told them yesterday that if the storm continued, they’re to stay home with their families. I’ll handle everything.” His hand slid down to her ass. “How are you feeling?”

Was her face getting redder? It had to be.

“I’m feeling good. I wish you would have woken me. I could have helped.”

“Nah, you looked so peaceful.”

“I made breakfast,” she said.