I have on a pair of black leggings that are far too worn in, but there's not much else I can do.
I hear my timer ding. I straighten the large vee neck tee shirt hoping it stays put. I wash my hands and open the door.
I peer around and find Beau pulling the rest of my dinner from the oven with a dish towel.
"I would have gotten that but thank you." He places the pan on top of my range. He hasn't turned around yet, but there's no hat in sight.
"Do you have company?" He asks, still facing the wall.
"No," I say confused
"Are you expecting someone?"
"Nooo,” I hold out the ‘o’. “Why are you staring at my asparagus?" He finally turns and looks at me. I fidget a bit, then stand still. Whatever. He's the one that came to my house at eight o'clock at night, so what if I look like a bum?
His eyes scan me from head to toe, and a warm feeling settles low in my stomach. He clears his throat but doesn’t say anything.
I walk forward as the trader I call a shirt falls down my arm. I lift my arm to try and right it, but the hem rises above my bum, revealing skin tight leggings.
I am forced to decide if I’m more worried about my bra hanging out, or how thin my pants stretch over my rump. I choose the former. I keep him in my sight at all times because if I turn around he'll really get his money's worth.
"Hey," I wave stupidly.
"Hey," he answers. We are both just standing, looking at each other. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it.
"Well I was about to eat. Hungry?" I don't know what the hell else to do, and now I'm not even going to be able to enjoy my food, because I am nervous with a belly full of butterflies.
"I don't want to eat your food."
I scoff, "Why the hell not? There's nothing wrong with my food."
Beau tips his head back and groans, "Good god woman. I meant, I don't want to eat what you've made for yourself, not that I don't want it."
My shoulders fall, "Oh, okay. Well there's plenty, let me just grab some plates”.
I pull the chicken and potatoes from the warming drawer. Then reach up to grab a couple plates from the cabinet.
I turn to see Beau's eyes dart up quickly to my face.
"Fucking shit," I say aloud. I didn't even make it two minutes. His eyes are bright as he bites his lip in an attempt to suppress a smile. "Go ahead," I lift my hand in a wave. "Laugh it up, you jackass. You didn't have to look ya know." Pull my hem down, but it's useless.
He nods his head, "Oh trust me. I did."
I roll my eyes and huff. "Like a thirteen-year-old huh?" I say under my breath referring to our first meeting.
"He couldn't help it either," great, he heard me.
"Oh piss off, I know my ass is big. Sit down before I decide you don't get any."
Beau throws his head back and roars with laughter, exposing his thick neck to me. It’s one of my many weaknesses when it comes to this man. If I wasn't wiping the dribbles from my chin I might have realized sooner what I said that caused his hilarity.
"Oh, ha ha," I grumble realizing the innuendo too late. I set about making our plates, he's still chuckling. I ignore him.
I take my plate and grab a big glass of sweet tea, then walk past the dining table to the sofa.
A few seconds later he joins me.
"Thank you for dinner," he says before he's even taken a bite.
