She gave me an impish smile.
“I dropped it in the living room somewhere when you grabbed me and had your way with me.”
“Oops.”
We had a nice dinner, chatting easily in a way that I never would have thought was possible before we spent the weekend together last week. We were still as different as night and day, polar opposites on almost everything, but somehow that didn’t annoy me the way it used to. Even our bickering was lighthearted now.
“I have to admit I was wrong,” Julia said as we finished dinner. “You made a fine meal. Clearly you can cook after all.”
I gave her a long look before deciding to be honest.
“I can only cook two things, this and spaghetti,” I admitted. “And my mom taught me how to make both of them last night.”
Julia laughed, but there was no malice in it. “You learned to cook something for me? Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well you did a great job. This is seriously tasty. But I have to ask, what do you do for dinner when I’m not here?”
I shrugged. “Cereal. Toast. Burritos. Takeout.”
She shook her head. “Maybe I should give you some more cooking lessons.”
“You’d do that?” I asked in surprise.
I’d never been particularly interested in cooking lessons before, but for some reason doing them with Julia sounded like a lot of fun. And I didn’t think she’d have the underlying judgmental attitude that my mother did.
“I like to cook,” she replied, her tone light. “No pressure either way, but if you’d like to have lessons just let me know. I’m glad to help if you want to learn more. Besides, you’re heading towards middle age, you can’t keep living on takeout and convenience food like a college student.”
“You’re channeling my mother right now, right?”
Julia laughed.
“Maybe we could trade cooking lessons for something else,” I suggested.
Stop!The voice in my head was screeching.Don’t say it. It will be a huge mistake!
“What did you have in mind?” Julia asked.
Ignoring the warnings blaring in my brain I responded, “Orgasms.”
Julia
Ichoked on my own spit.
“Um, did you just say you want to trade me cooking lessons for orgasms?”
“Yeah.”
So it hadn’t been wishful thinking then. The little smirk on her face was adorable. Sexy even. She liked that she’d surprised me. I liked it too.
My mind went careening back to the hot scene in the living room when I’d first arrived. I’d never had something like that happen to me before. She’d taken one look at me and had to have me, and I’d felt the same. We hadn’t been able to get each othernaked fast enough, and I came so hard I thought I was going to black out.
I was turning into a damned nymphomaniac around this woman, because every time I’d seen her since we first fucked last Friday the only thing I could think of was sex. Hot, sweaty, mind altering sex. And now she was proposing more sex? Sign me up.
Resisting the urge to fan myself, I leaned forward to study Chris’s face. Seeing that she was serious, I decided to go for broke. But broke included me being honest about my own feelings.
“Can I be honest?”
