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She lifted her finger and put it in my face, “Do not call me baby. I am not your baby. I am Diane’s best friend.”
“Whatever you want to be, Shelby,” I replied.
She nodded and then turned as quickly as she previously had and rushed into her kitchen. I took a long deep breath to calm myself, and then I followed. I needed to find the time to talk to Diane and end things with her.
If I did, would Shelby be interested in seeing me, or would her friendship with Diane get in the way? Maybe if I were careful about how I handled it, things would work out.
In the meantime, it was going to be strictly friends with Shelby. It had to be. I stepped into her kitchen and felt like I’d slammed into a mental wall when I found her bent over, pulling a pan from the oven. Her sexy as fuck round ass pushed out toward me made me want to drop to my knees and bury my face in it.
I turned around and went to stand on the other side of the island so she couldn’t see my raging hard-on, and I couldn’t get to her as quickly if I lost my control.
“I hope you like meatloaf.” She stated as she set it on the stove.
“I do.”
“What is your favorite meal?”
“I’m pretty sure I haven’t tasted my favorite meal yet.” I didn’t mean for those words to leave my mouth, but they did. Her face snapped toward mine, her mouth opening into a sexy O. “I meant to say that I like a lot of things, and there are many things that I haven’t tried yet. I guess you could say there are few things that I don’t like.”
She continued to stare at me, then grinned, “Nice save.”
I laughed, “You think so.”
“Yes, now do you want beer or wine?”
“With meatloaf? Ah, probably wine.”
“Why don’t you grab a bottle off of my rack in the dining room?”
I turned and headed out of the kitchen. I’d grab just about anything that she wanted me to grab off her rack. I glanced around, taking in the beautifully decorated room that was a lot more comfortable than I would have imagined, and then selected a bottle of merlot.
“You know, I expected your place to be more showy.”
“More showy? What do you mean?”
“I mean, fancier. More of a showcase.”
She laughed as she handed me a wine opener, “But I live here. Why would I want a showcase? I want my space to be comforting to me. I don’t care what others think of it. I live here, not them.”
I thought about that while I opened the bottle and watched her move around the kitchen. “I like that answer. Can you help me do that with my place?”
She seemed to ponder that for a moment, then lifted her light green eyes to mine, “I can, but you have to promise me something, Zeke.”
“What?” I’d promise this woman anything that she wanted.
She turned to face me more fully, “You have to promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
I stepped around the island and approached her slowly, “I’ll keep my hands to myself, Shelby. If I do that, will you do me a favor?”
“I’m already doing you a favor by helping you. What else could you want?”
I leaned toward her, “I want to watch.”
Her breathing hitched, “Watch what?”
“You know.”
She shook her head, “No, I don’t.”
A grin slipped over my lips, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, Shelby. I want to watch you take your toy and plunge it deep inside of yourself while you stare into my eyes. Can you do that for me, baby?”
