Page 19 of Irresistible Stranger

I consider the idea since I have nothing else to do, but I should probably get going. I get out of bed and dress in the sweatpants and hoodie he gave me. I fluff out my hair and curse myself for not carrying a hair tie. Leo eyes my body like he wants to take a bite out of it again. I like the way he looks at me.

“Come eat,” he says, but it comes out more like a demand.

I follow him like a lost kitten to the coffee table in the living room. My jaw drops at the assortment of food.

“Wow. These aren’t from the hotel, are they?”

Leo hands me a ceramic plate then takes one for himself. “No. When I come to Chicago, I always have Sugar Moon Bakery. Have you been?”

I shake my head, in awe of the food. I want to try one of everything. “No, I haven’t actually.”

Leo begins cutting the scones into pieces. There are savory and sweet options. He places a bit of each on my plate as if he read my mind.

“My hero,” I say, and Leo smiles. I like the way it looks on him. “When will you be back in the city?”

I use the mini tongs to pick up kiwi in the shape of the sun.

“It really depends on what my client needs. I’ll definitely be here for the opening, but before that, I’m not sure.”

I follow Leo to the table near the balcony with a view of the city and take a seat. He retrieves our mugs and then brings over the carafe to refill my coffee.

“Thank you,” I say.

I try to recall if Tim ever refilled my cup without having to be asked. Unless it was wine, he didn’t do it. I glance at the wintery skyline and take in the foggy view.

“How old are you?” I ask.

His eyes glisten in the morning light. “I’m about ten years older than I look.” He pauses. “I’m fifty-seven.”

Holy shit. I quickly do the math in my head. He’s thirty-three years older than me.

I fucked a grandpa.

But he definitely doesn’t fuck like one.

Noelle is going to have a field day with me.

“You’re quiet.”

I glance down at my plate and try to find the words. “I just wasn’t expecting that. I thought you were maybe in your forties. Not pushing sixty.”

Leo let’s out a laugh. No wonder he knows how to make a woman orgasm so hard. He’s had a lot of practice.

“Does it bother you?” he asks.

Pursing my lips together, I shake my head. “Does it bother you that I’m twenty-four?”

“You know it doesn’t. I could tell when you walked into the bar you were young.”

I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t help it. “Do you normally go for younger women?”

“I don’t have an age preference. Like I told you last night, age is just a number.”

I raise my coffee mug to him. “Do you have kids?” I ask.

“None that I know of.”

This time I laugh. We make idle small talk for the next twenty minutes. I clean up our plates and coffee. Leo steps into his jeans and pockets his wallet but not before sliding out a business card. He passes it to me. I glance down and read it.