Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Then she dug out a second spoon.
Someone was going to be eating good tonight. He hoped to be that someone.
A little homemade chili followed by some pussy for dessert.
That might end up being his new favorite meal.
She spooned half of a bowl for herself and a full bowl for him. She held them both out to him. “Put these on the table.” She quickly moved out of his reach to pull some napkins from a holder, then placed them next to the bowls where he had set them across from each other.
Just like he owned the place, he headed to the fridge and opened it without even asking.
“Help yourself,” she muttered.
“Planned on it,” he answered with his back to her as he dug around, searching for beer. He didn’t have any luck.
He held up a bottle with a familiar name. Of course he knew Smirnoff made vodka, but this shit wasn’t clear, it was pink. “What’s this shit?”
“You never had hard lemonade before?”
Hard what? “Don’t need lemonade to make me hard.”
She groaned. “Don’t the Knights own a bar?”
Of course she knew his MC owned a damn bar. She’d been in it. “This shit ain’t ever bein’ served at Dick’s.”
“Shame. It might attract some new women into your establishment.”
“Then, guess I’ll get some ordered.” He twisted off the top and took a sip. He grimaced. “Women like this shit?”
She plucked the cold bottle from his fingers. “Yes, we do.”
“Got no beer?”
She shook her head.
“Whiskey?”
She shook her head again.
“Nothin’ but that piss?”
“I like that piss.” She took another long sip and placed the bottle on the table next to her bowl.
“Seein’ as you fucked me twice, figured you got good taste. Guess I was wrong.”
She tipped her head and said with a straight face, “You were wrong.”
Damn.
“Came back for seconds, though.”
“Ever hear the saying, ‘desperate times call for desperate measures?’” She took her seat and pointed at where his bowl was on the table. “Sit and eat before it gets cold.”
He watched her spoon chili into her mouth, close her eyes and swallow it.
“Man, that’s good. I’m a damn good cook if I say so myself.”
He went back into the fridge and grabbed another bottle of the spiked pink piss.
When he turned, she was staring at him. “I thought you didn’t like it?”
“Desperate fuckin’ times call for desperate fuckin’ measures,” he repeated, yanking out the seat across from her and sinking his ass into it. His mouth watered just seeing and smelling the homemade chili.
Grabbing the spoon, he dug in. Once it hit his tastebuds, his head jerked back.
Holy shit. It was the best damn chili he ever had.
He stared at the woman across from him. She was not only hot as fuck, but she could cook?
The corners of her lips curled up slightly. “Good?”
She fucking knew it was. And was gloating about it.
He’d give her that because… Damn. He could eat that whole pot himself. Just maybe not in one sitting.
His brothers would fall over themselves to slob down some of this.
Was he sharing? Fuck no.
The sweet butts occasionally cooked for him, but he mostly ate whatever he could grab from the kitchen at Dick’s.
It had been a while since he sat down at a table and shared a meal with a woman. In fact, the last time was most likely last Christmas. Cait, Magnum’s ol’ lady, always invited him over to spend the holiday with their family.
He used to go over every year just to try to get down Ali-Cat’s pants. But now Magnum’s oldest daughter was married to that pig and had a piglet with him.
And his sergeant at arm’s younger daughter Asia was too damn young. Like jailbait young. And the fuck if he was into that.
He liked his women ripe. Just like that peach Maddie had earlier today.
Sweet and juicy.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?” Romeo pretended he wasn’t looking at her in the same way he was looking at the chili. As if she was edible and he was a starved man.
Maddie circled her spoon in the air at the same level at his face. “I can’t tell if you’re in shock that I can cook or if you’re going to launch yourself across the table to eat me instead.”
“Maybe it’s both.” He shoved another generous spoonful into his mouth. “If you want a new job, got a spot for you in Dick’s kitchen.”
She huffed, “I have a career already and it’s not as a line cook.”
“Could be temporary ’til you find somethin’ better.”
“So, about that…”
“Shoulda walked out when I did.”
“Well, I know this is a difficult concept for you to understand, but let me explain it, anyway… I don’t belong to you, so I don’t have to follow your orders.”
She didn’t have to wear his cut for him to want to protect her. “No reason to stay in that fuckin’ job, woman, and keep lettin’ him abuse you.”