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“Because?”
“Because you have the body of a god, remember? Honestly, Owen, you can’t carry that body around and expect women not to throw themselves at you.”
His lips twitch. “This is why I need you. To remind me of this fact.”
“Oh, I don’t believe you’re not reminded of this fact often. I imagine women are lining up to let you know.”
“I have no idea. The only woman I’m paying attention to is you, Charlize.”
The thing about Owen? When other guys have said stuff like this to me, I learned not to believe them. When Owen says it, I believe every word.
I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
All I know is I want him to say more things like that to me and I really want to be right in thinking that he means every word.
11
Owen
Charlize stares at the nine boxes sitting on her kitchen island. She does this for a long time. She then meets my gaze, and the look in her eyes hits me deep in my gut. It’s the kind of look I want to inspire in her often. “Holy shit, you found some Nutella places.”
I did.
I found nine to be exact and that was the result of only a short time dedicated to the search. I was only able to find half an hour in total today for that search. I’ve added it to my mental list to find more time in the future and locate more Nutella places for her.
When I decided on a restaurant for dinner, I allowed for the fact we might not make it out the door once I got my hands on Charlize. With that contingency in mind, I emailed Tahlia the list of the nine restaurants I found this afternoon that have Nutella dishes on their menu along with a list of items to order if requested.
After Charlize told me she was hungry and wanted to eat now, I texted Tahlia and asked her to have the food delivered.
“Who knew there are restaurants out there who serve so much Nutella?” I ask.
She opens one of the boxes. “Who knew there are people out there who didn’t know this?” She eyes me. “What are you eating for dinner? I mean, you told me you don’t like Nutella, so I’m guessing this is all mine.” She gives me a look that says I better give her the right answer here. “I’m hoping this is all mine.”
I chuckle. “Yes, this is all yours. I’ve got some food coming for me.”
She grabs a fork from the drawer. “Good, but I’m not waiting for you.”
I can’t wipe the smile off my face. “Far be it from me to keep a girl from her Nutella.”
With one last pointed look at me, she takes a bite of the Fried Nutella Pizza from the first box.
Watching Charlize eat something she likes may fast become a hobby of mine. It may be one of the most sexual activities that doesn’t involve sex that I’ve ever seen.
She drops her head back ever so slightly as she chews, her throat becoming a focal point for me right before I realize she’s closed her eyes and is making a noise that sounds like a soft moan.
When she does moan, I comprehend the fact that I now know there’s such a sound as a pre-moan. I wonder how I never knew this before the age I am now.
“Oh my God, Owen.” I’m unsure if I’d call this voice she’s using a purr, a hum, a murmur, or something else entirely. Whatever it is, I hope to fuck she uses it a lot with me. “This is to die for.” Her eyes open. “If all the food in these boxes tastes this good, I don’t think you’re getting any more sex tonight. I’ll be in the kind of food coma I’ve never experienced.”
I’ll forego sex for this.
Hell, I’d give it up for days if she keeps looking at me the way she is.
We’re interrupted when her doorman calls to let her know my dinner has arrived. A few minutes later, I carry all our food to the dining table while Charlize brings plates and cutlery.
I look out at the river and the Brooklyn Bridge as I sit. “Dylan has a great view.” She told me a little about her friend the other night while telling me she’s only staying with him temporarily. He’s got a great place here in Brooklyn Heights. Spacious and a few blocks back from the river.
“Oh, shit!” She goes back to the kitchen and grabs her phone before coming back to me. “I just have to remind him about something.” She madly taps out a text, placing her phone on the table once she’s done. Bringing her legs up to sit cross-legged on the chair, she says, “Dylan’s in flow with new art he’s making at the moment. If I don’t remind him every day about the gala we’re attending next week, he’ll forget, and I really can’t have him forget.”
