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Sydney nods.
“I love your attitude, Kaci. You never let men get the best of you.”
I grin.
“I just don’t like to chase guys, that’s all. I like them to chaseme.”
Sydney throws me an admiring look.
“And that’s exactly why men throw themselves at you, Kaci. It’s because you’re never really available, and so they want you more. It makes them downright desperate, and turns them into blubbering fools.”
I tap a finger against my temple, giggling.
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s reverse psychology, girlfriend. Works every time.”
With that, the rest of our coffee date passes with more giggles and gossip. When we get up to go, I glance down at my phone and see that there are no messages from either of my new lovers, but I’m not bothered. After all, Brent and Hunter had a good time last night, and if I’m not mistaken, soon they’ll come calling for more … and I’ll be giving it to them, just the way they like it.
5
Kaci
Istand on my toes while stirring a pot of pasta on the back burner of my stove. I’m careful to not let the red sauce jump from the pan, and combine the aromatic liquid carefully with ground beef and sausage the way my Italian grandmother taught me. After all, Hunter and Brent are coming over for dinner tonight. The men texted me not long after my coffee date with Sydney, and asked me out. My heart leapt at the invitation, even though I tried to stay cool.
But now, here I am, heart thumping to be cooking for Hunter and Brent in my apartment. Of course, the men offered to take me out to a restaurant, but the truth is that I love to cook, and I don’t get to do it that often. Most of my meals are on the house at the Corinthian, and my guess is that the same goes for my lovers too. I sigh. The hotel sometimes is our mother, father, brother, sister, friend, and neighbor all at once. We live our lives in the entertainment sector, and sometimes it can be overwhelming. But tonight is a good opportunity to break away from the glitz and glamour of our professional lives, and to focus on a solid, home-cooked meal with just the three of us.
Besides, I want to impress my lovers with my skills in the kitchen because let’s face it: every guy loves a girl who can put together a meal. The way to a man’s heart is usually through his stomach, and at the moment, my apartment smells like an Italian restaurant with the savory aroma of tomato sauce mixed in with the cheesy goodness of garlic bread and fragrant tang of oregano wafting through the air.
I check the time on the microwave. Brent and Hunter will be here any minute, and I need to make sure I’m presentable. Quickly, I untie the red and white striped apron with the dancing carrots on front, and check to make sure that I’m not covered in sauce on my arms and legs. Oh good, all clean. My green halter top pops against my skin, showcasing my generous bosom to its best advantage. Plus, the jean shorts I paired it with are super comfortable and show off my thick, tanned thighs. It’s the perfect outfit to entertain my dates. Last touch? The heels that Brent and Hunter bought me. Of course, they don’t match my casual outfit but I don’t care. I slip them on, immediately growing by four inches and giggle a bit. Brent and Hunter are going to love seeing me teeter about in these babies.
Then, I turn back to the stove, stirring the sauce once more before turning down the heat so it stays warm while the pasta finishes cooking. Perfect! At that moment, the doorbell rings and I put down the spoon while fluffing up my curly hair. Hopefully, I’m not too sweaty and I mince over to the front door before throwing it open.
“Hi,” I greet with a sunny smile. “How are you?”
Of course, Hunter and Brent are utterly mouth-watering. Both men have their dark hair combed back, and they’re wearing t-shirts that show off those broad shoulders and tanned skin. Not only that, but they’ve got board shorts on that highlight thick, tree-trunk like thighs. Both of them step in, flashing mega-watt smiles.
“Well, your place looks a lot different than last time we were here,” Hunter growls, looking around.
“Very neat,” remarks Brent.
I laugh. “It took a lot to clean up after that party because as you can imagine, people went pretty wild. I swear, I must have tossed out a hundred cans and bottles at least.”
Hunter grins. “Yeah, our friend group definitely likes to drink, don’t they?” he asks.
“Like fish!” I say saucily while moving back to the kitchen. “Come on in and make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon.”
With a smile, the guys seat themselves at the small kitchen table as I serve my best red wine. Then, I drain the pasta and mix it with the sauce before pulling warm garlic bread from the oven.
“Shit, that smells amazing,” Hunter growls while staring at the thick, crusty slices.
“Help yourselves!” I coo before setting everything on the table, and taking a seat. My lovers don’t hesitate. Immediately, they start devouring the food like hungry wolves, and I have to say it turns me on. These are men who absolutely appreciate my culinary skills, and I’m only too happy to cook for them.
“So how are things?” Hunter finally asks, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “This is delicious, honey. Thank you. I’ll have to get the recipe from you.”
I giggle.
“You cook?”
Hunter grins again.
