That sounds awfully like a date. I'll be there at 8:00.
Kass
Alright, but I'm still making dinner.
Blake
Jeez, fine! You can make me dinner.
Kass
Thank you.
Blake
Is your daughter going to be there?
Kass
No, Clover will be with her grandparents for the weekend.
Blake
Did she say anything about us?
Kass
No. Pretty sure she was oblivious to the chemistry between us. But that's probably because she's 8. Can't say the same for the other students. I'm pretty sure one of them caught me checking out your ass.
Blake
You and my damn ass. You sound a little obsessed.
Kass
I am.
Blake
Good.
I thankmy lucky stars that I got her to agree to this. Now…what the fuck do I make her for dinner?
I'm finishing the final touches on the meal I’m preparing when the doorbell rings.
"Come on in! It's unlocked."
The doorknob rattles, and I hear the front door open, then shut.
"I'm in the kitchen."
"Cooking that meal I told you not to?"
"I sure am."
Her soft footsteps pad across the hardwood floors, and I turn just in time to see her round the corner into the kitchen. Damn, she looks gorgeous. She's wearing loose-fitting pants that fall low on her hips and a cropped tank top that shows most of her stomach. As if I didn't need any more motivation to want to rip her clothes off, she's giving me quite the preview to what's in store for me later.
"I can't believe you just told me to come in. I could have been anyone." She walks toward me, slowly, dragging her fingers on the countertop. "What if I were an intruder with a gun?"
