"I heard what you said," I admit.
"You heard what I said?"
"Yeah. To your captain. About me."
"Oh, shit. I said it that loudly?" he says, looking horrified.
We stare at each other for a beat before I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his. His arms wrap around me as he holds me tight, our mouths opening as we explore each other. My entire body sizzles from his touch. When he places me back down on my feet, I have to catch my breath.
We stare at each other for a moment, smiles dancing on our lips.
"So," I say, "are you off on Saturday night?"
"I am."
"Well, then you should come over for dinner."
Evrard grins at me and shrugs his shoulders.
"I don't think I could ever say no to a dinner cooked by you."
The week drags by.Every day feels like an eternity as I prep for Saturday night. I test recipes, practice my plating, and changemy mind about what to wear at least a dozen times. Petula calls me three times, laughing at how nervous I am.
"You've got it bad," she says during our last call.
"I know," I admit, staring at my closet. "I really, really do."
Evrard sighs,placing his fork next to the plate and sits back with a contented sigh.
"Holy smokes," he says, and I can't help but laugh.
"Satisfied?"
"Very," he says, picking up a flower from his plate. "These are seriously edible?" he asks, studying the flower in his hand.
"Yeah," I say, popping one in my mouth.
He does the same, chewing it, and makes a face that tells me he thinks it's decent enough.
"Do you feel ready for my grandma's ninetieth birthday party next weekend?"
"I do. I love Mermaid Tears Winery, so that should be fun. I've never been there for a birthday before."
"She booked the entire place for the event. It's going to be quite the shindig," the sexy fireman says with a soft laugh.
"As it should be for someone turning 90."
After putting the plates in the dishwasher, we retire to the living room, sipping wine and softly talking on my couch. Soon our mouths are once again exploring each other.
When the clock above the mantelpiece hits ten, Evrard sighs and says, "I should get going. I have work tomorrow, but I'd like to tuck you into bed first."
"You want to tuck me into bed?" I say, playing with his shirt collar while studying his baby blues.
"Yeah, if you don't mind," he says with a sexy, lopsided grin.
I wash up and get into a sleep shirt. My pussy throbs at the sight of him watching me crawl into bed.
Evrard leans down and kisses me, then whispers, "Can I do something before you fall asleep?"
