Grayson Pierce and Eloise Caldwell novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Your Kind of Scene

“Are you calling me old?” Grayson gritted his teeth.

Eloise tilted her head and smiled at him. “I happen to like older guys.”

Grayson, who had been fuming just a second ago, suddenly felt his anger melt away. He pulled Eloise into a kiss.

“I know. You don’t have to keep showing me how much you love me all the time,” he said.

Eloise fell silent.

Suddenly, a voice called out from the back seat. “Hey, there’s a living person back here. Could you two restrain yourselves?”

Grayson let go of Eloise, sat back, and buckled his seatbelt. “Aren’t we the couple you love to ship? Scenes like this are totally your thing, right?”

Eloise fell silent.

‘Grayson really is shameless, she thought.

Joslyn was speechless.

She was in a bad mood, her mind still stuck on Samuel. Shipping couples was the last thing on her mind right

now.

*****

Eloise and Grayson dropped Joslyn off at her home.

Christina was waiting at the door.

Seeing Joslyn like that, Christina helplessly shook her head and sighed.

“Eloise, thank you for keeping an eye on her today. Would you two like to come in for a bit?” Christina asked.

Eloise smiled. “It’s getting late, so we’ll visit next time.”

“That’s fine,” Christina said.

She turned to Grayson. “Drive safe.”

Grayson nodded.

Christina took Joslyn whose mind was still wandering at the concert, by the hand and led her inside.

Back home.

Eloise hopped in the shower and gave Christina’s skincare products a try.

They smelled nice and felt pretty good on her skin.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Grayson standing by the window, on the phone.

He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, his broad shoulders and trim waist making her heart race just from the back view.

She curved her lips into a smile, walked over, and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his back.

Grayson stiffened for a moment, glancing down at her slender arms around his waist. His Adam’s apple bobbed before he quickly said a few words to the person on the phone and hung up.

He turned around, caught her chin between his fingers. “Trying to seduce me?”

Eloise smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“My period’s over,” she said.

That line set Grayson’s blood on fire. His eyes were practically scorching, so hot that Eloise had to look away, unable to meet his gaze.

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Grayson released her. “Go wait for me in bed.”

His tall frame headed into the bathroom.

Eloise patted her flushed cheeks, hurried over to the bed, and slipped under the covers.

In the bathroom, Grayson rushed through his shower, barely able to contain his anticipation.

After finally wrapping up, he stepped out, only to find Eloise already fast asleep.

He just stood there, dumbfounded, for two whole minutes.

‘She gets me all fired up and then just knocks out? Is that even fair?’ Grayson thought.

He made his way over to the bed.

Bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, only Eloise’s head peeked out from under the covers, her fair little face looked so peaceful and sweet, her breathing barely audible.

Grayson let a small smile slip, leaned down, and brushed a soft kiss against her lips, lingering for a moment before finally pulling away, reluctant to let go.

He switched off the light, climbed into bed, and pulled Eloise into his arms, closing his eyes, completely content.

The next morning.

Eloise opened her eyes, glanced at Grayson still sleeping beside her, and suddenly remembered last night.

She’d been waiting for him. It had been ages since they’d gotten cozy together.

But as soon as she hit the bed, she’d knocked out cold.

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a silent groan of regret.

‘He must be so annoyed right now, Eloise thought.

She tried to slip Grayson’s hand off her waist so she could get up and make breakfast, but his hand snaked right back around her, locking her in place.

Eloise could tell Grayson was awake now.

“Grayson, let go. I need to make breakfast,” she said.

Grayson opened his eyes, pulled her in tight, and pressed a kiss to her lips, not giving her a chance to escape.

“Mmm… Grayson… I haven’t brushed my teeth…” Eloise protested softly.

“Doesn’t matter, neither have I,” Grayson murmured.

Eloise tried to wriggle free, but he held her fast, refusing to let go.

As they kissed, things got a little out of hand.

“Grayson, we can’t…” Eloise protested, her voice barely a whisper.

“Why not? I’ll be gentle. It’s still early, and Noah’s not up yet,” Grayson murmured, his voice low and husky.

“But…” Eloise hesitated.

But before she could finish, Grayson cut her off with another kiss, swallowing her words.

Noah got up and came downstairs, but his mother wasn’t around, only his father was there.

Grayson was arranging breakfast, which had been sent over by the hotel.

He glanced up at the little guy, who looked a bit lost. “Come on, let’s eat breakfast.”

Noah walked over and climbed onto his chair.

“Where’s Mom?” Noah asked.

Grayson set a plate of breakfast in front of him and replied, “Mom’s still sleeping. Don’t go wake her up.”

Noah muttered under his breath, “How come Mom always sleeps in when you come home?”

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Grayson shot him a look. “Your mom works so hard. Can’t she get a little extra sleep?”

Noah nodded. “Of course she can.”

“Looks like you’ve got a problem with that,” Grayson said, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” Noah replied.

“If that’s the case, just eat your breakfast,” Grayson told him.

After that, father and son quietly finished their breakfast.

****

Eloise slept in until almost noon.

She rubbed her aching lower back as she headed downstairs.

Noah was playing downstairs. When he saw her, he looked up, worried. “Mom, are you not feeling well?”

Eloise awkwardly replied, “Just a little. I probably just got tired from the concert last night.”

She added, trying to cover up her embarrassment.

Noah was such an innocent little guy. He didn’t doubt his mother for a second.

He ran over and gently supported Eloise. “Mom, be careful. Go lie down on the couch.”

Eloise was really touched.

‘Noah is my little bundle of warmth, she thought.

Eloise sat down on the couch and heard noises coming from the kitchen. “Is Dad cooking?”

Noah’s face instantly looked troubled.

“Dad said he’s making you chicken soup,” Noah replied.

Grayson’s cooking was honestly pretty questionable. Noah was seriously worried Grayson might actually poison his mother with it.

Eloise pinched Noah’s cheek and got up to head to the kitchen.

Sure enough, the kitchen was a total mess, and a tablet was sitting nearby, playing a chicken soup tutorial.

Grayson was totally absorbed in the video.

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