Sunlight. Really, really bright sunlight.
Forgot to close the blinds. Damn.
Milo sleep-groaned and rolled over, pulling a throw pillow over his head. He had crashed on the sofa after tucking Elisha into his bed last night. Fortunately, his body was used to couch-surfing, so his muscles didn't give him any grief as he stretched.
He had shed his flannel pajama pants and T-shirt, opting to sleep in his boxers. He had never been one for modesty, and even if Elisha was, he assumed she would sleep in long enough for him to change into a fresh pair of clothes. But even if she caught him in his boxers, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing, would it?
Come what may
, Milo smirked. Plus, he hadn't been working on his physique the past couple of years just to hide it.
Let's show these bad boys off.
Milo wouldn't consider himself jacked, by any means. He wasn't very tall, but he had a strong, built frame. He was particularly proud of the lower half of his body. His glutes, thighs, and calves were hard and sculpted, but proportionate to the rest of his body. He had recently set a personal record of back-squatting 450 pounds. He tried to hide it, but he was extremely proud of his progress. He had been the stereotypical fat nerd in high school, and he had no plans to morph back into his former self anytime soon.
He ran a hand over his chiseled abs and continued down into the waistband of his boxers to adjust himself. Milo was no stranger to morning wood, and it was especially prominent today, considering who was occupying his bed.
Nope. Just friends. With potential benefits. Maybe. Be patient.
He redirected his thoughts to food. Grabbing the room service menu, he ran his finger down the overpriced list of breakfast items.
Good lord, I hope this company knew what it was getting into when it agreed to cover all my costs.
Milo was not a light eater, especially when it came to breakfast.
Picking up the phone, he put in an order for a scrambled egg platter, fresh fruit plate, bacon, two glasses of orange juice, and a pot of coffee. Within 20 minutes, the order was delivered, piping hot, in front of Milo on the kitchen island. He flipped over two mugs and filled them with coffee.
"Planning to share any of that bounty?"
Milo turned toward the staircase that led down from the bedroom loft. Elisha was descending in her camisole and underwear, clearly comfortable with the idea of minimal modesty. The sunlight caught her curly hair as it tumbled around her face, illuminating natural caramel and chocolate highlights.
Milo instantly regretted not putting on pants. His cock was hard, creating an undeniable tent in his boxers. He stepped closer to the counter, trying to hide his arousal.
Elisha stopped halfway down the staircase, eyeing him curiously. "Everything OK?"
