Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
"Nope, home it is, I can throw something together or we can order in."
"Don't go to any trouble, I'm not all that hungry anyway, I lost my appetite."
"What did he say to you?"
"He never really got the chance to say anything. As soon as they introduced themselves Jus went on the attack." I felt her body shudder under my hand. Yeah, Carter was in for a world of hurt.
***
At my house I got her settled on the couch with the remote and went into the kitchen to see what I could make for dinner; hungry or not, I was going to see that she ate.
I defrosted the chicken breast before going to join her in front the TV.
"How about some wine love?"
"Sounds good." She smiled at me, but it wasn't the smile I had grown accustomed to in the last few days. It was missing something. Yeah, the light in her eyes was dimmer, damn.
"Red or white, we're having chicken for dinner."
"White it is then, why don't I help you in the kitchen?"
"Uh, that's okay, if I remember correctly you're not exactly Julia Childs." I tried teasing her out of her mood.
"Hey, I will have you know I'm am excellent cook." She twitched her eyes at me.
"Since when, you use to make a mess of anything you tried to make, remember the Mac and cheese incident?"
"Hey it was Angela's idea to add flour to thicken the sauce, she just didn't know how to do it."
"Whatever, that almost put me off Mac and cheese for life." I was full of shit because after that fiasco, she had applied herself to learning how to cook and had become pretty good at it, before leaving home for college.
"Yeah right, what about those grilled peanut butter and cheese sandwiches of yours, those things were beyond nasty." She turned up her cute little nose at me,
"Babe, don't knock it until you've tried it, those things were amazing."
"Funny, I don't see you guys eating them anymore, if they're so good why give them up?"
"Maybe we've moved on to bigger and better culinary delights." I pulled her under my arm while sitting next to her on the couch.
"Lord help us all, I don't want to hear about it whatever it is, maybe I should keep an eye on you in there, make sure you're not experimenting with my taste buds."
"Not tonight babe, we're having linguini with chicken and broccoli in a light garlic sauce."
"Hmm, that sounds good, you sure I can't help."
"Nope, I'm taking care of you for the rest of the day, you can keep me company if you like though."
"It's a deal, but I don't need to be taken care of you know, I'm perfectly okay."
"Humor me, come on."
I pulled her up from the couch and headed for the kitchen and the wine.
Conversation was light throughout dinner. We didn't discuss the case or anything to do with it. Instead we spent the time reminiscing about when we were younger and I picked on all the knuckleheads she dated when she could slip one by her brothers.
"You should talk, you must've dated every big breasted bimbo between here and L.A."
"Hey I was young and stupid, you can't hold that against me, you'd be pleased to know I've learned the error of my ways and now am only interested in one...perfectly breasted sweetheart of a woman."
"Sweet talker you." She gave me a real smile this time.
"But true nonetheless. Why don't you go find us a movie to watch while I clean this up?"
"You cooked, I should clean."
"No can do, I got it, you go on in. I might have a chick flick or two in there, my sister sneaks one in on me every once in a while."
Couldn't have her thinking I made a habit of bringing women to my place. I don't think I've ever cooked for another woman, other than my mother or my sister in my life.
I wanted to have a lot of firsts with her, this was only one of them; if I had my way there would be many more to come in the not too distant future.
She called out movie titles while I cleaned up, until she found one we could both stomach. It must be true love, because I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a tuning fork than watch that shit.
We spent more time necking and making out like horny teenagers than watching the movie. Damn my baby could kiss.
I've never been this hot from just kissing a woman before. Our mouths mated, as our hands roamed all over each other. I tried telling myself to go slow, she’d had an upsetting day, but somehow I wasn’t really listening.
I finally had her behind closed doors with no one to bother us, and I planned to make the most of it.