Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Jessie laughs merrily.
“Then I’ll have to make it sometime. I just had no idea you liked it.”
With that, I come around the counter and press a quick kiss to her cheek, which makes her blush fetchingly.
“Let me just shower and change and I’ll be down,” I growl. She blushes again, and then I’m up the stairs. It doesn’t take long to rinse off the residual sweat from my body before throwing on a t-shirt and jeans and coming back to join Jessie. To be honest, this is quickly becoming the favorite part of my day because although we see each other at work, we don’t interact much. Our relationship is strictly confidential, so we try to pretend like we’re just acquaintances when we’re around others.
Even more, I haven’t “consummated” our relationship yet. I wanted to give the curvy girl some time to settle in, so it’s been a week of shared meals, laughter, and getting to know you conversation. I don’t want her scared or hesitant because what’s the fun in that? Having a sensual, willing woman is the best part of our set-up, so I want to loosen her up before sampling that beautiful body. Jessie’s just setting a basket of garlic bread on the middle of the table when I walk in, and looks up with a smile. She’s so gorgeous with those abundant curves that my breath stops in my chest for a moment.
“This looks and smells amazing,” I growl. “Thank you for cooking again.”
She titters. “Don’t thank me until you taste it because I got the recipe online, so it could be a total disaster.”
I shake my head.
“Judging from the smells, I’m sure it’s fantastic.”
With that, Jessie brings out the rest of the meal, and serves us both. Then we sit down at our appointed plates, and I dig in. Oh wow. The meatballs are savory, tangy, and utterly filling, while the noodles are the perfect al dente texture, chewy and not overdone. I let out a moan.
“Sweetheart, this is incredible. You’re a natural when it comes to pasta.”
She blushes. “Thanks. I’m glad it’s good because I wanted to do something special for you.”
I stare at her a bit, but she doesn’t continue, and I decide not to push it. After all, our time will come soon enough. Perhaps even tonight, if the mood is right.
“So how was work today?” the pretty girl asks, flashing a smile my way.
I grin.
“It was good, but the craziest thing happened. We had a whole senior center buy out the auditorium. A bunch of golden girls wanted to come watch the show, and let me tell you: women in their seventies like it raunchy.”
She bursts out laughing. “No way! Really? Like Bea Arthur and Betty White?”
I shake my head.
“Not like them at all. These are ladies who may be in their eighth decade, but they live and act like they’re in their twenties. Think more Lady Gaga with heavy make-up and fake wigs, but also with walkers and canes. It was insane.”
Jessie devolves into giggles then.
“Well, I’m sure they don’t get a whole lot of action at the senior center so they needed to get jiggy with the men of Thunder Strike.”
I nod.
“You’re probably right because one lady, and I think she said her name was Greta although I couldn’t exactly hear over the screaming, was all about putting her dollars where the sun don’t shine.”
Jessie gasps, her eyes going wide.
“OMG, are you serious?”
I nod.
“Yeah, Travis had to bat her hand away maybe five or six times during his set. Her palm kept on creeping up his leg as he danced, and I seriously think he was thinking about calling security. But what were they going to do? Haul off a seventy-year-old woman in handcuffs?”
Jessie just whistles, her eyes like saucers.
“Maybe, in order for the show to go on.”
With that, I chuckle. “Yeah, she was feisty but to be honest, the show was a lot of fun, and it was nice change from the usual crowd because you know how the audience can be sometimes: sleazy.”
Jessie nods, her brown curls bobbling.
“Yeah, I’m always surprised by that because it seems that some female audience members practically expect sex from you guys. It’s crazy because in no way is that advertised, and besides, you guys are dancers, not gigolos.”
I shrug.
“It just goes with the territory. Whenever people have money, they think they can buy whatever they want, but the world doesn’t work like that. Some things just aren’t for sale.”
That makes Jessie go quiet all of a sudden because maybe she’s thinking of our arrangement. She steals a quick look at me through her lashes, and I can see that her big bosom is heaving. Oh hell yeah. I think she’s ready. The sweet girl is obviously a lot more comfortable living under my roof, and maybe by the time this dinner is over, we’ll have progressed to the next stage. But for now, the conversation is still light-hearted.