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Trying—and failing—to remember my dad’s exact wording, I shake my head. “He might’ve.” But did I tell Khaos he did?
After releasing the spoon, Khaos braces both palms on the counter to study me.
Hello?
“Maybe you should… Could you… What if we…”
“No,” I tell him, luckily finding it easier to turn him down than it was when I was spread eagle before him.
“You don’t even know what I’m trying to ask.”
“Yes, I do.”
“What?”
“If we can finish what you started downstairs.”
A mischievous glint enters his gaze. “What did I start downstairs?”
The exhale I release only makes it flare brighter. Just because I think women should be free to talk about sex doesn’t mean I always want to. Especially when it reveals the exact opposite of what I previously claimed about not being affected by Khaos. How could I not be? I’m pretty sure even Onyx would be.
“What were you going to ask?”
“Do you want to come over here and help mix in the bananas?”
“Oh.” I’m not a hundred percent sure I believe him but it’s a good save nonetheless.
Leaving Onyx in my seat, I join Khaos at the island and pick up the wooden spoon. Almost immediately his hand covers mine.
“I know how to stir.”
“Do you know how to fold?”
“Laundry?”
“Do you know how to fold laundry?”
Although slightly warranted, his skepticism is insulting.
“I made you fold like a shirt downstairs, didn’t I?”
Laughing so hard, he drops his forehead to my shoulder, making me laugh, too.
“Get off,” I say playfully while giving my shoulder a jiggle.
There’s no humor in his words as he stands up straight, muttering, “I almost fucking did. Believe me.”
That gets no response because I know he’s telling the truth. I’ve seen the evidence before and I don’t want to see it again.
At least not right now.
“All right. Folding. It’s a gentler way of stirring so the bread doesn’t get tough.”
“How do you know how to do all this?”
“Cook? Trial and error, heavy on the error.”
“Really?”
