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I chuckle. “Fear. Respect. What’s the difference?”
“Fear is associated with threat,” she responds. “Respect, on the other hand, is admiration of someone for their qualities or achievements.”
She gets cozy on one of the stools next to the kitchen island and takes a slow, rather sultry sip of wine, maintaining eye contact.
As I watch her, my erection nods in response to her allure, feeling the seductive connection from her eyes to all of my senses.
I walk over to her and slowly kiss her lips passionately.
“How about you go upstairs and change out of these work clothes.” Her eyes remain closed as I speak.
She opens them slowly and nods with a smile.
I watch her walk out of the kitchen and all the way up the stairs, her shoes and bag in hand. I love the sight of her walking away.
I turn back to my cooking, determined to leave a lasting impression on her. I expertly mash up the boiled potatoes infusing them with creamy butter, warm milk, and roasted garlic cloves.
Carissa shows up after I place my finishing touches and set the table. She descends the stairs, enveloped in an aura that carries my faint scent, a fragrance that lingers on the shirt she has borrowed from my closet.
Her damp hair, tousled yet elegant, frames her face while letting droplets of water stain the back of the shirt. She has on one of my button-up shirts, the fabric draping loosely around her, accentuating her casual beauty.
The shirt, slightly oversized, seems to cocoon her in a comfort that echoes the warmth of our evening together. With each step she takes down the stairs, the shirt sways, swishing in sync with her graceful movements.
She pauses as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, her smile radiant as she strikes a pose with a hand on one hip.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of her, struck by her effortless elegance. Why have I been fighting against my feelings? I can’t believe I could have gone the rest of my life without experiencing moments like this with her.
“Are we going to eat, or are you just going to stare at me all night?” she asks amidst chuckles.
“Forgive me,” I say as I take her hand and lead her to the table. “It’s not every day I get to see a beautiful woman walk down the stairs with such grace.”
The scent of my cologne mingles with the fresh fragrance of her shower to create an intoxicating blend that fills the air around her.
Her laughter echoes in the room as she sits. “You flatter me so much, Jayden. You always make me laugh.”
“Do I ?” I raise a brow, “Or do you just really like me?”
More laughter before I finally unveil the dish.
“This looks so good,” she says, digging into the chicken first. Her eyes swing shut as she savors the taste of the dish.
She stuffs her mouth with some mashed potatoes and more chicken as I eagerly await her review.
“What do you think?” I ask hastily.
“I thought the only thing you knew how to make is scrambled eggs,” she teases. “This is so delicious. Will you cook for me every day?”
I had never depended on compliments to boost my self-esteem. As a matter of fact, I never really cared what anyone thought about my performance on anything because I already believed that I was the best at whatever I do.
But hearing those words from Carissa today makes me feel as if I’ve won the lottery.
“I will cook for you every day for the rest of our lives.” I only intend to think the words, but my mouth manages to let them out. She pauses and shoots me an inquisitive look. “Only dinners, by the way, because I have to work during the day. But I can hire you a private chef.”
She chuckles and takes a sip of water.
“I mean it,” I say in assurance. And I do actually mean it.
Her gaze moves from one of my eyes to the other as she stares at me. “Where is Jayden? Who are you and what have you done with him?”
