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I closed my eyes and felt those three words to my core.
“Stevie,” Claus called.
I opened my eyes as I turned my head slightly and tipped my head back. My eyes connected with his, and the air whooshed from my lungs. “Yes?” I whispered.
He leaned close till his lips brushed against the curve of my ear. “Thank you for letting me in, sweets. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
It was happening again. No clue what was going on, but this time I liked it. I liked having Claus in my kitchen making me dinner and his breath on my neck.
I liked it a lot.
*
Chapter Six
Claus
“Oh my god.”
All I could do was just sit back and watch.
“Sweet Jesus, Claus,” Stevie moaned.
“Good, sweets?” I asked.
Stevie closed her eyes, and her head dropped back. “How did you do that? I have never in my life had anything like that before.”
“There’s a lot of things you can do to jazz up a tin of tomatoes and some noodles, Stevie.”
She opened her eyes and looked me dead in the eye. “You are a miracle worker, Claus. Whatever Matt Miles is paying you is not enough. Tell him he needs to double it, or you’ll never cook for him again. I am not your agent, and I say you need to be paid a ton more.”
“Sweets,” I chuckled. “I am paid fairly, but I will let Matt know my services are in high demand with you.”
Her cheeks tinged pink, and she wiped her mouth. “Um, okay.”
“You up for some dessert?”
She licked her lips. “Um, well, what did you have in mind?”
I chuckled and nodded to the fridge. “Well, you do have a freezer full of ice cream, but if you’re looking for something else…” I trailed off.
“Ice cream is great,” she jumped. “Uh, let me clean up, and I’ll get you a bowl.” She reached for my plate, but I grabbed it before she could. “You’re not cleaning up after me or fixing me a bowl of ice cream, Stevie.” I wasn’t kidding when I told her last night she wasn’t going to make a plate for me again. “I will take you sitting at this table sipping your wine while I clean up. It’s always nice to have company.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Uh, I think I like that arrangement. I could put on some music if you want.”
I nodded and gathered our plates. “Whatever you want, sweets.” I dropped our dishes in the sink full of hot, soapy water and rolled up my sleeves.
A few seconds later, the festive opening notes ofI’ll Be Home For Christmasstarted.
“Are you really surprised I picked Christmas music?” she laughed.
I glanced at her over my shoulder and couldn’t help but smile. “Not at all, sweets. Though I was hoping you’d put on something we could dance to, but I can make this work.” I dried my hands on the dish towel and sauntered over to Stevie. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms.
“Claus,” she gasped.
“Shh, Stevie. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this.”
Her eyes widened, and she tipped her head to the side. “Dancing with me?” she whispered.
