Sheriff Daddy’s Unforgettable Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Celeste

The sunlight streamed through the curtains at the window, waking me up from my deep sleep.  I groaned as I felt around for my dresser, where my phone always rested when I went to bed every night.  Feeling nothing but the soft mattress beyond my reach, I frowned and sat up, wondering where I was.  Seeing that I wasn't in my tiny bedroom back at my apartment, I got up fully to take in my surroundings.

I was in a nice bedroom that was much bigger than the main living space of my apartment with a queen sized bed dressed in a light brown comforter that matched the carpeting.  The walls were creme, and the curtains were a beautiful lace.  I had just started to wonder where I was and how I got here when the smell of bacon and eggs wafted up to the room.  Tempted by the amazing smell of breakfast cooking, I looked down at myself and saw that I was still in the baggy T-shirt and shit shorts I always wore at night.  Deciding that I was properly dressed for meeting whoever was making breakfast, I made my way over to the door and opened it up.

The hallway was chilly, and I started to wish I had worn sweatpants to bed the night before.  The smell of bacon and eggs motivated me, and I swore I smelled the life-giving substance known as coffee the closer I got to the stairs at the end of the hall.  Taking a deep breath, I crept down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, my dear," Sheriff Winston Kingsley stated as he turned to look at me.  Immediately, the events of the night before flooded back into my memory, and I stared at him in shock and disbelief as I struggled to fill in the blanks.

"Good morning," I said as I turned my attention to the kitchen itself, and I found myself amazed at the sight before me.  "I like your kitchen."  He smiled as he glanced around the kitchen.

"Well, it isn't exactly Gordan Ramsey's kitchen, but I am very proud of it," he told me.  "Anyways, are you hungry?  I made breakfast."  Per his instruction, I sat down at the table while he brought me a plate of scrambled eggs, toast with grape jelly, and bacon with a glass of orange juice.  I couldn't help but devour my breakfast, and Winston chuckled as he served me up a second serving.  "I'm no Rachel Ray, but you should slow down.  There's more than enough food for us both."  I downed my second glass of orange juice and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I don't usually eat breakfast," I admitted sheepishly.  "In fact, normally, I don't usually eat much at all."  He raised an eyebrow at me as he listened to my confession.

"Really?" he asked, and I nodded, feeling ashamed as I admitted to it.  "That's not the best idea, but, after seeing the way you live, I can't say that I blame you."  Embarrassment overtook me a I stared down at my freshly emptied plate.

Working at the club didn't pay much, and I had been looking for a different job that would pay for a better life than what I already had.  So far, I didn't have much luck, and I hated how nothing was working out.  Was it too much to ask for a job that paid the minimum rent as well as paid for a decent amount of groceries?  After eating breakfast, Winston gathered up the dishes and set to work cleaning the kitchen.  I tried offering my assistance, but he refused to let me help.  So, as he cleaned the dishes, I sat at the table and watched.  In my opinion, if there was one thing sexier than a man like Winston, it was a man like Winston who knew his way around the kitchen.  I flashed back to last night's incident, and I immediately blushed in embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" Winston asked as he finished with cleaning the kitchen.  "You're red like the ketchup you put on your eggs."  I laughed nervously and nodded, trying to cover my embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine," I remarked as I smiled at him.  "Just not looking forward to going to work tonight."  He frowned as he stared at me.

"You have to work tonight?" he asked.  He sounded disappointed, and I hated to upset him.  However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't want to work that night.

"I was supposed to work from six to midnight," I informed him as a plan quickly formed in my mind.  "However, so long as somebody doesn't tell on me, I could always tell them I'm sick and can't come in."  Winston chuckled as he shook his head at me.

"You do remember that I am the Sheriff, right?" he asked as he laughed at me.  "What are they going to do?  Call the police?  You'll be with the police…"  I nodded in agreement as I gave him a gentle smile.

"I guess you're right," I agreed as we both settled into an awkward silence.  After a few moments, he finished the dishes and walked over to the counter, where I had been standing, waiting for him.

"So, what do you want to do now?" he asked me, and I thought for a moment.

In all honesty, I wanted to get him to the bedroom and let him fuck me like there was no tomorrow.  As much as I hated to admit it, I was still very aroused by his presence, and I still wanted to get him in me.  However, in order to not scare him away, which I was still confused about, especially after last night, I decided to choose something a little more normal.

"Do you want to do a movie day?" I asked, and he thought for a second.

"I don't see why not," he finally agreed.  "However, do you mind if we watch the movies in my room?  I think it would give us a better chance to get to know each other."  I blushed as I reluctantly agreed.

"Let's do it," I agreed.