Chapter Seven
Holly
Staring into the kitchen pantry the next morning, I looked up at the empty spot on the shelf where I should’ve had a bag of coffee beans. s**t. I looked hopefully toward the coffee grinder sitting innocently beside the espresso maker on my kitchen counter. I strode to it, pulling out the bin to see if maybe there was enough coffee for a cup in there. No such luck. There was maybe enough for a thimbleful of coffee. Most definitely not enough to start my day.
I sighed. So much for a leisurely morning before I went into work. I needed coffee, and I needed it now. I had a shitty night’s sleep. I’d arrived home hot and bothered after spending too much time in Nate’s proximity. I tried to talk my body down, but I finally gave in and used my trusty vibrator to take care of
