Pierre Siesta Key was known for being amazing -- fluffy waffles topped with fruit and fresh whipped cream, savory scrambled eggs mixed with fresh greens, and salty bacon fried to perfection. When Chad stayed in hotels, breakfast was one of the things he looked forward to the most. In fact, breakfast was usually the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning. But not this morning. This morning, all he could think about was Kenley. The way it had felt to kiss her. The way her ass had looked in those jeans. How disappointed she’d looked when he’d gone to her room last night, and how horrible he’d felt walking back to the penthouse after she’d rejected him. Whatever, he told himself. She was just a girl he met last night. Nothing to get all riled up about, and besides, he needed to stay focused for his meeting this morning. He really needed this endorsement deal. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Louis that the Brooklyn Heat had been going through a rebuilding period.
