I place the blender safely back down onto the counter.
Enjoying the tickling sensation from Evie nuzzling my back, I wait for her to finish before turning around.
She's adorably short without her heels and the height difference shocks me every time I stand next to her.
Her sexy hourglass figure is highlighted by her chosen outfit. Although, I do miss seeing my t-shirt on her.
She wears it better than me and got so flustered when she realised the light material did little to hide her nipples.
All in all, I'm just happy she's here.
Seeing her name appear on my phone screen made me completely disregard being woken up at that ungodly hour.
But then I read her text and was stripped of all of my joy. Dread settling in my stomach in its place.
Fear completely consumed me before rage took hold at the sight of Evie being chased down the road.
He bolted as soon as he saw me get out of the car.
I couldn't imagine her ever trying to hurt anyone. So when I found her scared senseless trying to defend herself, something inside of me snapped.
I needed her close to me. I need to know she's safe and protected.
Evie's smiling at me with pure delight.
I want to kiss her plump lips and pull her against me.
But, we haven't discussed what we're doing moving forward yet, so I settle for a forehead kiss and redirect her towards the breakfast bar.
The tight material clings to her curvy ass, showcasing the way her hips sway as she walks.
I want to smack it.
Instead, I grab the milkshakes and take a seat opposite her.
There are numerous pastries and fruits laid out.
Without missing a beat, Evie reaches for the milkshake.
I hand it to her and the glass is immediately to her lips.
Pausing, she begins to bounce in her seat.
"So good!" Her pure nature has me constantly smiling like a fool.
Following her lead, I try mine.
At once I understand the happy bounce, all of the flavours combine perfectly.
"It's okay." I massively downplay her masterpiece.
I'm not disappointed by my teasing when she stops dead in her tracks and nearly falls from her chair.
Her features contort into a mixture of horror and disgust.
I burst into an uncontainable fit of laughter and she slowly relaxes.
"Your mean!" She pouts at me with her brows furrowed.
Oh what I'd give to bite that bottom lip.
I throw a blueberry at her playful expression.
She catches it and pops it into her mouth with a rebellious glare.
Her gaze searches the table and something sparks a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
But she just reclaims her milkshake and relaxes back against the chair.
I have a feeling I'm going to regret that later.
"Have you got a shift today?"
"No, that was actually my last one before the Easter holidays." Her eyes widen, emeralds shining through "Oh my god, are you meant to be at work?"
Her realisation is full of unnecessary guilt.
"Don't worry, I let Angela know that I would be taking today off whilst you were in the shower last night." It's not like anyone can stop me, but I have a good team and like to keep them updated.
"Thank you." She gives me a half smile before looking at her plate, "About last time…I'd really like to give this a go, but…"
"No buts, I've looked into it!" As soon as she left me shellshocked at the golf course, I called my lawyer.
After a fair amount of research into the legalities and policies, he found they had recently been reviewed.
Whilst seeing current patients was an absolute no, there is some flexibility with ex patients.
The rules are mainly to ensure there's no coercion, manipulation or abuse of the ex patient.
This is expanded upon by saying they can't have any family or friends of the ex patient as active patients, not a problem, and a cooling off period is advised to ensure the professional relationship has ceased and become a social one.
It has now been two months since I first looked up into those eyes.
Also, since I'm the instigator, the rest becomes somewhat irrelevant.
I explain the new development and her shoulders notably relax.
"But what if someone tries to make something out of it? You're not exactly invisible."
"Then they can talk to my very visible lawyers."
She shakes her head in disbelief but I'm not joking.
Work politics isn't going to keep me from her and I won't let any harm come to her either.
"So, what now?" She twirls a strawberry on her plate.
I leisurely get up and walk around the breakfast bar to her.
Spinning her chair so she's facing me, I position myself between her legs.
"You could be my girlfriend?"
"Just like that?" She bites her lip.
"Just like that." I smile at my girl.
"Well, as your girlfriend," she deliciously drags out the word, "I feel it's my duty to let you know you have cream on your face."
I instinctively turn to the side and wipe my hands across my face.
By the time I turn back, it's too late.
There's a can of squirty cream directed at me being wielded by a grinning pixie.
She lets loose, covering me in cream before dropping a cherry onto my head.
"My milkshake combos are amazing!" Evie declares triumphantly.
"Of course, how rude of me!" I try to break through the laughter to sound serious, "I can't make it worse by not sharing with you now, can I?"
I watch the cogs turning as she tries to decode what I said.
She jumps from her chair and runs, leaving a trail of giggles.
I pick up her discarded whipped cream and chase her into the kitchen.
"Noooooo!" She screams as I come within shooting distance.
She tries to squeeze past me but I catch her by the waist and trap her against my body.
I spiral cream onto her cheeks and lips with a little dollop on her nose to complete the look.
She's frowning at me but we both collapse to the floor in a fit of laughter.
I shuffle her onto my lap.
Even covered in cream she's beautiful.
I cup her face in my hands and slowly lick the cream from her now rosy cheeks.
I deliberately take my time as I swipe my tongue along her lips, savouring her sweetness.
I begin to pull away slightly but her hands are swiftly in my hair, pulling me back to her.
More than happy to oblige, I crash my lips against hers.
Wrapping her hair around my hand, I hold her firmly in place for me to devour.
She moans into mouth, overwhelming me with a frenzied passion.
I squeeze her breast through the thin material and she pushes into my hold, releasing another moan.
Repositioning, I lower her to the floor.
She pants beneath me as her hands play with the hem of my top.
Taking the hint, I yank it over my head.
Her fingers explore my body, leaving a burning path in their wake.
I grab between the buttons on her blouse and tear it open. I need to feel her skin against mine.
Removing one of her large breasts from her bra, I lick a circle around her nipple before sucking it into my mouth.
Her back arches into me as she moans.
My hard length is pressing into her thigh.
I suck and lick my way down her chest as she frantically grabs my shoulders.
I take hold of the waistband of her skirt.
*Ding dong!*
"F*ck!" Who the hell is that? "Maybe if we're quiet they'll leave."
A breathless Evie tilts her head, giving me a look full of attitude that says "Really?".
I sigh and help her onto her feet.
I want to throw her over my shoulder and take her to my bed, but as if right on cue the mystery guest yells.
"Hey, it's Liz!"
"You're sister?" Evie whisper-shouts.
I nod, laughing at her sudden panic.