“Yeah, the cutlery is in the drawer.”
I keep stealing glances as she moves to set the cutlery down and comes back.
“What do you want to drink?” she asks as she picks up her glass and takes it over to the table.
“I’ll have a small glass of your wine if you’re willing to share.”
She smiles and walks back towards me. “Of course, sharing is caring,” she says as she stops in front of the cabinet and goes up on tiptoes to retrieve another wine glass from the cabinet and fuck me does she look right at home.
It’s impossible not to be positively infatuated by this woman.
“Ice?” she asks over her shoulder.
“Please,” I reply, clearing my throat and wiping my brow with the back of my hand.
Okay, so cooking in this heat when she’s here, tempting me, may not have been one of my finest ideas. But she’s here, and I don’t intend to waste it.
Carrying the bowls over to the table, I place them down as she brings me over my wine and places it on one of the coasters.
I pull out one of the chairs for her to sit, and she covers her heart with her hand and flutters her eyelashes.
“Why, thank you. What a gentleman.”
Scoffing at that, I sit opposite. “I don’t think you’d be saying that if you knew all the filthy things I plan to do to you.”
She sweeps her tongue over her lips, and I love the way her heartbeat pulses in her neck, a sheen of sweat coating her skin.
I hold up my glass to hers, and we clink them together.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers,” she replies. We watch each other as we both take a sip.
“Bon appétit.”
I pick up my fork and watch until she begins eating and moans around the mouthful of food.
“Good?” I ask.
She nods, covering her mouth with her hand as she swallows. “It’s delicious.”
“As are you,” I reply, unable to stop myself. What can I say? I literally have no shame when it comes to evoking those kinds of reactions from her, the ones that can’t deny this attraction between us.
“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” she asks, fanning her face before reaching for her wine and taking a huge sip.
“It’s hot. Let me go turn up the portable air conditioning unit.” That’s the thing about these residential apartments; they may cost a small fortune, but due to planning restrictions and the age of the building, permanent air conditioning isn’t an option.
She reaches over and covers my hand with hers. “No, let’s eat first. It’s fine, honestly.”
And like the obedient puppy I am when it comes to her, I do as she asks. The music hums softly in the background as we eat the rest of our food in comfortable silence.
“That really was lovely, thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome,” I reply, reaching over to stack the bowls and push to my feet.
Rainbow follows me over to the sink with our empty glasses, and I start washing up.
“Do you have a tea towel? I’ll dry.”
