Chapter 35: Hendrix

Hendrix

"Good morning," I called out, walking into the kitchen, and heading straight for the coffee machine. It was late, way past twelve when I woke up to an empty bed and cold sheets.

Silence greeted me.

Beau was there, sitting at the kitchen island eating some kind of noodle soup. Beside her bowl was a bottle of hot sauce and a cut lime, which I know I didn't buy.

Did not look appetizing at all.

"Are you going to ignore me?"

Nothing. Not a peep.

What I got instead was her rising and placing her half-eaten concoction in the sink. Her ass encased in a pair of skin-tight yoga pants was all I saw while she walked past me and out the door.

Won't deny that my eyes ate her up. That my mouth watered. But past all that, I was pissed at her for ignoring me.

Keeping me at bay.

I followed her out and into the living room. Caught that tight little ass before she could sit down, and brought her against me.

Every curve fit perfectly against my harsher planes.

"Let me go," Beau hissed out, her na