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Taking advantage of her ignorance. You knew what you were doing.
“I trusted you. I still trust you. That’s enough, right?” Angel finished. “What do I have to do to prove it to you?”
“Angel, you don’t have to prove your loyalty to me. I already trust you. If anything it should be the other way around.”
“Okay, Ross.” She stood up and looped her arms around his neck. “I trust you, too.”
“Then trust when I say it’s for your own protection, and we’re getting a contract. Open your legs…Oh Christ. I’m crazy for this pussy.”
“So can I come to your auction?”
“Yes.”
Their kiss was hot and unbridled. He realized it would be easy to fall in love with her. It was in that moment— or maybe a thousand moments between the moment she woke up in his bed and now— he decided to fix himself to winning her heart in return.
He carried her into the shower. They undressed under the hot steaming water. Ross took his time to pleasure her, their bodies writhing and sticking together until they were both gasping for breath, barely able to see each other through the white hot haze.
After they dried off,Ross brought Angel a pen and paper. “Make a list of whatever you need while you stay here.”
“You mean whatever?”
“Yes.”
“I just need something to do,” she said, pushing the paper back firmly. “I don’t need you to spend money on me.”
“Then you’ll be bored,” he warned her.
After some strong encouragement she picked up the pen and carefully wrote out a list of groceries. It read,
CHICKEN
BUTTERMILK
FLOUR
EGGS
VEGETABLE OIL
SEASONINGS: PAPRIKA, SALT, PEPPER, OREGANO, ONION POWDER, GARLIC POWDER, TOM CHACHERE’S…
“I have seasoning,” he said, looking up.
“ ’Steak dry rub’ isn’t seasoning,” Angel countered.
At the bottom of the list she’d scribbled some clothing items. Ross folded the list and tucked it in his pocket. “You know how to cook?” He asked curiously. “That didn’t go with the rest of your memory? Like riding a bike I suppose.”
“I can make other stuff with those cookbooks you have out there.”
“Oh, those?” Ross folded his tie. “Never even opened ‘em.”
“I can see that,” Angel said. “So what’s the point of having them?”
“Pretense. That’s what makes the world go ‘round.”
He met her eyes in the mirror. She suddenly looked very young and his cynicism fell harsh on his own ears.
He said, “Don’t feel like you have to cook. You can order whatever you need. All the Rowanville restaurants deliver here.”
