Eric's POV:
We are downstairs for breakfast as she requested. She said that if we have breakfast there and I fuck her again after, she’ll murder me. Well, she’s right over that. My smart baby boss… So, I gave in and we’re eating now, in the restaurant. The terrace is her favorite. She likes the breeze, flowers and landscape. I don’t care about those; I have all I need in front of me. My baby Angel.
“Feeling good, baby?” She’s on her phone, scrolling through her emails and messages, eating at the same time. I love even the air around you, baby.
“Yeah. I’m good.” No look at me. Man! We’ll eat and go upstairs after… Sexy Angel…
“Baby?” Her phone rings and she’s taking the call. Fuck! I hate when that fucking phone rings! I have mine on silent… Well, Justin takes the calls when they fail reaching me…