He shook his head and walked to the closet.
I sat up a little without exposing my scarred arm and grabbed the robe with my other hand, slipping it on as fast as I could and flashing a tit to make sure my scars went unnoticed.
Once I was in the robe, Aiden handed me a piece of fluffy, expensive smelling white cake. Sure enough, there were a few layers of fresh strawberry trailing through it.
“Would you like to make it a champagne breakfast?” he asked.
“I think that might give me a better indication of the full experience,” I said. “Since this type of cake is really meant to be eaten with champagne.”
He stood up and walked over to the table on the opposite side of the room. “I couldn’t agree more.”
The glasses still had some champagne in them from last night but Aiden went and poured it out in the bathroom so we could have fresh glasses. It was the kind of thing only someone with his background would do. If it had been me, I would’ve just topped up the glasses.
He was bringing the fresh glasses over just as I took my first bite.
I slouched a bit as the sugar hit my tongue and moaned.
“I take it Nancy did okay?” he asked.
“Nancy did great,” I said, sinking into my pillow as if I were weighed down by the richness of the cake.
“The real question is was it worth every penny?”
“That’s hard to say,” I said. “It’s definitely worth every calorie.”
He shoved an oversized bite in his mouth and considered it before swallowing. “Agreed.”
“You said the cake was a few grand?”
“It comes out to something crazy. I heard my Dad ranting about it. I almost don’t want to tell you.”
“Come on,” I said, breaking another bite off with my fork. “I can handle it.”
“It comes out to something like twenty bucks a slice.”
“Twenty bucks a slice!”
“Yeah.”
“And you wanted to lick it off my tits!”
“Want,” he said. “Present tense.”
I blushed. “Well, you’ll have to save some of your icing if you want to do that cause I’m not wasting my cake on that.”
“It wouldn’t be a waste,” Aiden said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “Trust me.”
“I don’t know.”
“Not that you don’t taste sweet enough without icing.”
I grabbed a piece of white chocolate lace and put it in my mouth.
“I bet we could get some more to take home.”
“Really?”
“Sure, why not?”