Chapter 14: CONNOR

In the kitchen, she was making me breakfast, already dressed in her silk blouse and linen skirt, and high heels that made her calves look amazing. She wore pearls around her neck and that damn perfume that made me hard as a fucking rock.

She was busy making me bacon and eggs with toast and potatoes, and all I could do was shake my head. She couldn't be real, the whole fucking package, and she'd just dropped right into my fucking lap.

"Hey honey, I'm making you breakfast, a nice southern spread. You didn't have any grits in the cupboard, so I'll pick some up later." She turned to me over her shoulder with that smile of hers.

"Not sure about the grits, sweetheart."

"You'll love my cheesy grits, honey, I promise." That sugar-sweet voice of hers. I was looking forward to listening to that for the rest of my life. She had to scratch her leg or something, and as she lifted the edge of her skirt, I caught sight of the top of thigh highs with a garter belt.