Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover-Chapter 208 - Give Me A Tour

Stephen hoped that Angelina was not awake. He was almost positive because she had gone to bed later than him. He nodded at his reflection, knowing that he would have time to clean up before she woke up.

With that thought, he opened the door and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

'What should I make?' he wondered. 'French toast? Plain toast?' He thought out his options as he walked to the kitchen but stopped short when he looked inside.

The radio was on. Angelina was standing with her back to him. Her h.i.p.s swayed to the beat, drawing his attention to her backside. Perfectly round and firm from where he stood. A distant part of his brain knew that she was doing something but her perfect ass had rendered him speechless.

Suddenly, her motions halted. He was mildly disappointed... but not for long. Angelina bent over at the waist, searching for something in the cabinets. He hardly noticed because he was zoomed in on her ass which was now completely on display, practically being offered to him.

He didn't think it could get any better but then she bent even lower. His heart stopped.

She was flexible. Without permission, his lungs let out a gasp.

Angelina spun to face him, an expression of shock crossing her face. Her eyes widened as she focused on him and he couldn't breathe.

"Good morning!" she said, recovering quickly, looking like nothing was wrong.

"Good morning, Angel," he said softly. He wanted to berate himself for taking so long to reply.

"Just making egs for breakfast. Do you want some?" she trailed off. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes that he missed. In reality, she was delighted that he had been staring at her. She could completely hook him into her plan.

"I would love that. What do you have in them?" Stephen looked inquisitively at the bowl behind her. Omelets sounded great, especially if they were made by Angelina. This would be the first time he would eat something she made.

"Tomatoes and cheese, okay?" she asked worriedly. He almost laughed. Well, that was a safe bet. At least she hadn't put anything weird in the eggs.

"I would like that," he told her, unable to control his smile.

As she made the omelets, he stood beside her uselessly. He tried his best to be useful and helped set up the table. As he poured the juice, his eyes drifted to her backside. He stopped himself short, relieved that she hadn't caught him again. ƒ𝑟𝐞𝗲𝘄𝙚𝚋𝑛ｏ𝙫𝒆𝒍.𝒄𝘰𝓂

When she arrived at the table, she looked at the set up with confusion.

"I wanted to help," he said with a shrug.

They quickly sat down and began to eat. There was an air of awkwardness, especially after their hot and cold attitude. They were friendly, but neither understood what the other exactly wanted.

Having a normal conversation could be considered a miracle!

"What type of a cook is your mother?" she asked suddenly, remembering how he had offered to bring her to meet him. He looked up, surprised but remained silent. "Did you eat breakfast like this or was she more of a cereal sort of a person?" she asked again.

Stephen thought for a moment before answering, "Oh, she's a great cook, actually. One time she made me amazing pancakes with whipped cream, cherries, and syrup. She's one of those people who don't believe that you can't have cake for breakfast."

"Ah, that sounds wonderful," she sighed as she took a bite of her food.

"It was. I've been to lots of hotels and restaurants, had the best foods in the world, but at the end of the day, my mother's cooking is the best." He said with a smile. "But of course, I have to say. You may become a close second." He winked at her. Angelina scoffed feeling like he was buttering her up. She hadn't even started. 𝙛𝚛𝙚ewe𝗯𝓃𝗼ѵ𝚎Ɩ.𝒄ｏ𝐦

The rest of the meal continued comfortably and neither spoke. The two were at ease with each other for the first time since they met. Angelina was busy with her breakfast to notice him staring.

She looked beautiful even though she was wearing the plainest clothes. Her hair was slightly tangled around her shoulders and he wondered how she could look so s.e.xy.

He thought about this as he cleared the table and washed the dishes. Very few men would be this lucky.

"So, Angel, what are we doing today?" he asked her brightly. The question seemed to catch her off guard and she took a few moments to respond.

"You could give me a tour of the premises. We could also go sightseeing," she said softly. She smiled deviously internally. She should show him how the game is played.

"I'll give you the best cabin tour you've ever had," Stephen said cheekily.

Stephen strode back to the room, throwing the door open. He quickly searched through his bag frantically for a comb but he had no luck. He thought about something else to wear. If they were going to go out, he needed to look presentable beside her.

Everything he had packed seemed way too casual. He hadn't been planning on dressing up and if he thought closely about it, he shouldn't be dressing up when they were on a chill vacation!

He'd never really cared about what women thought of him, knowing they naturally were attracted to him, so he didn't know what exactly he had to do to court her.

Maybe he should just write an announcement on his forehead? 'Take me.' She would get the idea then. When he walked back out, he saw that she had changed into delectable clothing. Her long legs were propped on the arms of the sofa, seeming to go on for miles and her shorts were salacious. Furthermore, even her top looked risque.

He knew what she was trying to do. He wanted to give in. But he would have to pretend like he had seen nothing.