I opened my eyes. For fuck sake, it was only just past 7am, I'd barely gotten any sleep and here I was wide awake.
I decided to get up and shower, there was no point staying in bed, I couldn't go back to sleep.
I decided to wear something nice, after all I needed to find a job and somewhere to live so I might as well start today.
I grabbed my black pencil skirt, it accentuated my ass, my only good asset, and a nice shirt.
I headed downstairs and made a coffee, grabbed some cereal and the newspaper and started going through it.
There were a few jobs worth calling about I guessed, not Law, but I needed a change anyway.
BANG. A set of keys landed in front of me.
I jumped up startled, spilling my coffee everywhere.
"Oh jesus, sorry."
Matt. What the fuck was he doing here?
"How did you get in?" I demanded, grabbing a cloth and mopping up the coffee.
"Let me do that." He said, grabbing for the cloth.
"No, how did you get in?"
"I have a key, I always have."
Of course he has a fucking key.
I threw the cloth in the sink and turned around to face him.
Oh god. He was standing there in a pair of jeans and a muscle shirt and he looked absolutely delicious. Screw him for doing this.
"So, ah, what are you doing?" He asked.
"Looking for a job. What are you doing here, at this time of the morning?"
"Oh, you know." He looked awkward.
"No I don't know actually."
"I came to see if you wanted to go to breakfast but I guess I was too late." He told me.
He wanted to go for breakfast, with me?
I looked at him. I wanted him for breakfast, who was I kidding, I wanted to rip his clothes off and have my way with him right here, on the kitchen floor.
"Yeah, I've eaten." I was hungry for something else though.
Oh my god. I needed to stop. I was not giving him what he wanted.
"Do you want to do something else?" He asked me.
"Like what?"
He shrugged. "I'm sure we could think of something."
I nodded, inconspicuously looking him up and down.
"We could you know, go to my room." I suggested.
He looked at me funny. "What for?"
I stepped towards him, attempting to look sexy, I'm sure I just looked like an idiot. "Use your imagination."
"What? No Kylie, we're not going to your room."
Great, rejection. Now he wasn't even interested in just having sex.
"Fine." I snapped.
"Will you stop." He told me.
"Stop what?"
"Stop this. I'm confused, your confusing me." He said. "One minute you don't want me to touch you and the next you want to go to your room."
I looked at him and shrugged.
"We need to talk."
"Talk about what?" I demanded.
"Um I get the feeling that you took some things I said the wrong way." He took a step closer to me.
I could smell him and he smelt so good.
He reached out and pulled me into his arms, putting his lips next to my ear.
"I'd really like to talk about us." He murmured.
That bastard, he was hypnotising me.
"Us. There is no us."
He sighed, kissing my cheek. "I'm kind of hoping there will be."
