The CEO and The Doctor

17. "For once, we both want the same thing."

(1516 words)

THE NEXT MORNING

I sat in the kitchen happily munching on the strawberries that had been sitting on my nightstand the previous night.

Aiden walked in a few minutes later, watching me with an amused expression. "Good morning, little one."

I smiled cheerfully at him. Strawberries always released the happiest of hormones in me. "Good morning." I chirped.

He smirked, leaning against the kitchen island as he watched me eat the last strawberry. "You're like a child." He commented.

"I'm obsessed with strawberries." I told him with a grin.

He smiled softly for a fleeting second, before regaining his impassive expression, making it seem like a delusion.

"By the way, I couldn't find any apples in the fridge. I wanted to make apple juice." I told him.

He smirked. "No one will eat apples in this house again; wouldn't want you turning to dust, little doctor."

I blinked at him, before bursting into laughter. He watched me quietly as if highly entertained by the sight. "Awww you don't wanna keep me away?" I teased with a grin.

He smirked, stalking up to me, bending down to my ear level. His warm breath fanned my earlobe yet again. "Absolutely not, little one. You're my prey, remember?"

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the shiver that ran down my spine. He moved away, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Can I make you breakfast?" I asked him.

He stared at me as if I had said something ridiculous. "You?"

"Yes," I gave him a lame look. "I'll make the yummiest pancakes of your life, I promise."

"Will you?" He raised an eyebrow, humouring me.

I nodded. "Or I could make you the best omelette of your life."

He nodded. "Wow." His tone was now mocking.

I sprang up from my seat, ignoring the mock in his tone. "So what do you want? Pancakes or a mushroom cheese omelette?"

He blinked at me for a few seconds. "Omelette." He finally voiced quietly.

I beamed. "Great! Sit down. I'll be quick."

He complied, taking a seat on one of the barstools, turning towards me.

"Do you also want coffee? I'll make the—"

"Best coffee of my life?" He finished for me, with raised eyebrows and a small smirk playing on his lips.

I grinned. "Exactly."

He nodded. "Sure. I can't say no to coffee."

"Neither can I. I love coffee." I said, as I took all the necessary ingredients out and started working on making his omelette.

"What are your plans for today?" He asked.

"I'm just gonna rest today and be lazy." I told him.

"I have a hot tub here if you want to use that." He offered.

I looked at him for a moment, my eyes all lit up. "You do?"

He hummed a yes. "But there's a rule for using it."

"What's that?" I wondered.

"You can't use it alone. I have to be in there as well." I could hear the smugness in his voice.