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“Making a sandwich isn’t exactly cooking. But yes, I do know how to cook.”
“Why? Don’t you have people for that?” I followed him to the cutting board and hopped up on the counter next to it.
“I do, but cooking is a life skill.”
“Not one I’m good at. Thank fuck my bestie works at a restaurant and brings me food on the regular. Otherwise I’d either burn the place down or starve. Maybe both.”
He went back to the fridge and pulled the door open. My gaze was drawn to his back and ass as he bent to get something.
“What wasn’t fair?”
“Huh?”
“You said something wasn’t fair.”
“Oh right.” I waved to his pants when he faced me. “Those aren’t fair.”
He glanced at them.
“Sweatpants capris are one of my weaknesses. It’s not fair you look like that in them.”
“Like what?” He grinned and gave his attention to the cutting board.
“Like sex on legs.”
He chuckled. “Consider it preemptive payback for what you’re wearing.”
I glanced down at the baggy sweats and floaty crop top I had on. “Really? You like this look? These are my cozy clothes.”
He met my gaze, his dark eyes molten and shining with desire. “Let’s just say crop tops are one of mine.”
“Good to know.” I cleared my throat. “So, what are you making me?”
“Roasted chicken with apples, cranberries, and brie.”
“That sounds…weird.”
“Will you at least try it before you make up your mind that you don’t like it?”
“Sure. And weird isn’t bad. Gray gives me weird stuff to eat all the time and it’s usually yummy.”
“Gray?”
“Gray. Or Graham. Or Seth—that’s his stage name.”
“You work with him?”
“Yup. He’s my bestie.”
“I thought your roommate was your best friend?”
“He is. But so’s Gray. If you want to get technical, Aiden is my BFF and Gray is my bestie.”
“What about Quinn?”
“Quinn? He’s my friend. A good friend but not bestie zone yet.”
“You seemed close when you came to my office.”
