Hostile Takeover

Chapter Twenty

Quinn cracked open an eye and smiled when she saw Gray standing above her. He was clean-shaven, the porno mo totally gone, and he looked so sexy that she wanted him all over again even they'd not left the house all day Saturday and had barely made it out of the bed. They had spent the day recommitting themselves in a very big way.

"I made you breakfast," he said.

Quinn raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You made breakfast?"

"I can cook."

Quinn laughed. "No, you can't."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Yes, I'm totally mocking you. But I'm interested to see what you've prepared for breakfast."

Quinn threw the covers off and found her clothes. She walked out into the kitchen, Gray trailing behind her. He still wore next to nothing, they'd barely worn any clothes all weekend. She laughed when she saw what Gray had served up.

"Ice cream!"

"Not just any ice cream," he said, mock offended. "It's triple chocolate ice cream, with a rich and gooey chocolate fudge topping, sprinkled with shaved chocolate and the piece de resistance, chocolate poco sticks."

She unsuccessfully bit down on a snigger. "It looks very tasty."

"So why don't you try it?"

"I will," she said taking a seat at one of the stools.

Gray sat beside her at his own bowl and picked up his spoon. But he was watching her, waiting for her to eat. She plunged her spoon into the ice cream and pulled it out again, placing the ice cream in her mouth.

"Well, how is it?" he asked.

"Amazing."

"Really, it's okay?"

Quinn laughed. "You can't really go wrong with ice cream, I mean, you just needed to spoon it out of the punnet."

"I know, but I wasn't sure about the chocolate shavings."

"They're perfect," she said and took another bite.

"Do you want whipped cream? I wasn't sure whether to put it on or not."

"No, takes away from the taste of the ice cream."

"So you like it then?"

"Gray, it's ice cream. Of course, I like it. Don't know about eating it for breakfast, but I can't complain."

He smiled. "You always make breakfast on the weekends so I thought I'd do it today. And besides, isn't there a saying about eating ice cream for breakfast?"

"I believe that's cake, but its all sugar."

He dug into his own bowl then and took a bite. "Hmm, very novel," he said.

Quinn laughed again. "I've got to say, I've never had this much fun at breakfast."

"I missed that the most about our break up," he said making Quinn look at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Our meals together. I liked it when you cooked on the weekend. I liked sitting down and sharing a meal with you."

She frowned. "Even Chili Con Carne?"

"That was my favourite."

"Just not when I cooked it."

"I loved when you cooked it. It was as close to perfection as one could get," Gray said. Quinn was just staring at him now, open-mouthed. "What? I always told you how much I liked your Chili."