Free Teaching Maya by Tara Crescent Page A

kitten,” he laughed at me, handing me a cup of coffee. It was perfection. Milk, sugar, just the way I took it. How did he even know how I took my coffee? Oh, but he was good, really, really good.
    “ I went downstairs for some croissants, come,” he gestured to the kitchen table. There was a basket of croissants, some butter and jam, and orange juice. It looked mouth-watering. As did he. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, and he looked utterly delicious.
    “ Have you been up long?” I asked. What time was it? I looked around for a clock, saw the one on his kitchen stove. “Shit, it’s 11am?”
    “ Mmm-hmm. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
    I sat at the table. He settled down across from me, and poured me some orange juice.
    “ You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked curiously, helping myself to a croissant. “You must be starving.”
    He grinned. “I did eat,” he said, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “And now, it’s time for second breakfast.”
    I giggled. He looked so very cheerful this morning. “Second breakfast, isn’t that a hobbit thing?”
    “ Say what you want, baby,” he said loftily, munching on a croissant, demolishing it in two bites, and reaching out for another. “If you do want another croissant though, I suggest you hurry up and eat your first one before I finish all of them.”
    “ Why are you so cheerful?” I asked.
    “ Why not?” He smiled sunnily. “A beautiful woman is in my apartment, she’s agreed to spend the next two weeks with me; it all seems pretty good to me.”
    “ Hmm.” Sure, it was all pretty good to him. For me, the cold clear daylight had revived my sensible side, the one that was now engaged in reminding me how much it would hurt at the end of these two weeks.
    I ate my croissant, took another sip of the perfect coffee. My good humour, uncertain since I woke up, was slowly returning, with each sip of the coffee. I decided to ignore my sensible side for the present.
    “ What do you want to do today?”
    “ Okay, I know this is ridiculously touristy, but I want to see the Eiffel Tower.” I was prepared for him to roll his eyes at me. God knows, I always rolled my eyes at people who came to San Francisco and wanted to see Alcatraz.
    “ Eiffel Tower it is, then,” Ryan said, agreeably, with absolutely no trace of eye-rolling.
    “ Seriously? You are okay with going to the Eiffel Tower? You live here, isn’t it too touristy?”
    “ Sure, it’s touristy. But if you want to go to the Eiffel Tower, Maya, then, now’s as good a time as any. It’s Monday, its mid-morning, its winter – if it is ever not going to be flooded with tourists, now’s the time.”
    I smiled at him. He was being so good-natured. “Thanks, Ryan.”
    He looked at me intently. “I’m happy to do this, Maya,” he said. “By the way, I got your stuff from Nina’s while you were asleep; I hope you don’t mind.”
    “ That’s great, thanks.”
    “ So, want to shower, perhaps wear something a bit more, umm, covered, than the t-shirt you have on, and we can get going?”
    I laughed. The t-shirt had ridden up almost to my pussy when I sat down, and I was naked underneath. I was beginning to fear that that had passed unnoticed. Good, I liked that he noticed.
    “ Mmm.” I stirred the coffee with a spoon, and then put the spoon in my mouth, licking it gently. He visibly swallowed. I smiled, just a little bit smug. Where had this version of me come from? “Want to join me in the shower?” I asked.
    “ Sultry temptress.” Ryan shook his head at me. “We’ll never make it to the Eiffel Tower if I join you in the shower.”
    “ Are you sure?” I asked, mischief in my voice. I scooped some jam onto my fingers, and extending my fingers towards him, smeared it all over his right cheek. “Oops,” I said, grinning. “I guess you’ll have to clean up in the shower.”
    He laughed, shaking his head at me. “Oh kitten,” he said, mock menace in his voice,