Is it love? Ryan Carter - His side of the story!

Chapter 31 - The IRS

I spent the whole night working with Colin. Now that Stewart is on my suspicious list, I rely on Colin to discover who's sending those threatening messages. Around 5 AM I go have my morning run on the beach. It helps me unwind. We've spent hours through the threatening messages received. He tried to convince me Stewart has nothing to do with it, once Jake himself already showed him the messages he's been receiving too. But I'm still suspicious due to the confidential information just we both knew. 

On the way back home I stopped by the bakery to fetch some croissants. I settle the breakfast table on the terrace adding fresh fruits and placing the croissants on a platter. Then I head to the shower, change back to some trousers and slip beside Rory in bed. I caress gently her hair, enjoying the soft sensation of her smooth strands on my fingers. I take my time watching her sleep. The gentle movement of her chest as she breathes. The sun is already piercing through the bay window and its rays of light are warming the room. Suddenly she stretches out completely, like a cat after a nap, letting out a little moan of well-being and twisting in the sheets. The sound arouses me instantly and I have a hard time to control myself. - "Did you sleep well?" - I say smiling at her. There's nothing better than having her waking up.

"Yes."

She wriggles like a worm to huddle up as close as she can to me. She's so warm and tender. Her hands caress the muscles of my side and slowly drift up to my pecs. I enjoy the sensation of her tiny hand on my body.

"Am I allowed to know that surprise you have in store for me today?"

She asks with the cutest face and the idea of her trying to seduce me to fish information about our day warms my heart. But it's not going to work. I look at her tenderly and say. - "No."

"You always have this firm and unruffled tone. Even I can't manage to win you over."

She says sniffing. Her attempt to move me is adorable, but I can't help but mocks her. - "Tell me when I need to get the violins out, Calimero?"

She chuckles and I pull on the blanket, but she holds on to it tight to stay hidden.

What the hell. - "Are you counting on staying under there?"

"No."

"Because of breakfast on the terrace."

"Oh?"

Suddenly she slides the blanket over her chin revealing only her shiny eyes. - "Oh, so now, madam is interested." - I say smirking.

"Well if you sweet talk to me."

"If I talk to your stomach you mean." - I flick her forehead before getting up. - "Rise and shine, little Miss greedy!"

"Ok, ok! I'm up, Mr. rush!"

She answers back and straightens up in turn and tries to do her hair a little. I dunno why she's so obsessed with the look of her hair. I love it when it's all disheveled and messy. Even more, if it's because of me. - "Take your time. I'll be waiting for you outside." - I give her a wink leaving the room to brew some much-needed coffee.

I wait for her on the leaving-room couch, where I can see when she arrives. I take some time reading the newspaper and notice there are a few articles here and there speculating who is the "mystery woman". Suddenly from the corner of my eyes, I see her stepping in on the terrace. She got a shower and is wearing a pair of tight jeans that hug her curves in the right places, a simple top leaving little for the imagination and a fishtail braid in her hair. She's yummy as ever, setting fire on my already kinky mind. As if attracted like a magnet I stand up and go find her outside, my cup of coffee in hand. I stop by her side and lay a kiss on her cheek. - "Take a seat." - She sits down on the sofa before the feast and appreciates the table. - "Tea? Coffee?"