I wake up to the smell of bacon cooking and the feel of warm sunlight on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see I’m alone in bed and quickly sit up. My mind quickly goes to the bad dream I had.
No, he wouldn’t have a sexy female chef down there, would he?
All the same, I quickly throw on some pajama bottoms and a T-shirt and head down to the kitchen to check.
The smell of bacon cooking grows stronger as I take the stairs. I can’t get the images of last night out of my mind either. And those are real images too—not just things I dreamt up.
If I find a cute girl cooking down here, I swear to God…
But as I round the corner, I find Dominic standing over the stove, wearing a pair of briefs and a white tank top, a sizzling pan of bacon in front of him.
“She’s up.” He grins as he sees me come in.
