nostrils and the feel of her soft, but
slightly chapped, lips lingered on his own.
“Well first off, I wouldn't have
considered that to be willing, I would've considered that as
coercion. Not a good way to start a relationship, physical or
otherwise. Secondly, I've an ulterior motive. I told you I want to
see you smile, I think I'll have a better chance if you have your son
with you.
I have three spare bedrooms in this
house. My mom and dad made sure they had three spare bedrooms because
I have two siblings. They looked forward to any time all of us were
home together so they made sure that they had room for us all. So,
your son can have one of those while you are staying here. You can
have another one and there will still be a spare.
Speaking of which, let me show them to
you and you can pick one for yourself. We'll need to make the bed and
maybe do a little tidying, I don't go into the spare bedrooms much.”
Greg led her up the stairs since all
four bedrooms were on the second floor.
“There's a bathroom at the end of
the hall. You won't need to worry about me regarding that. I have one
in my own bedroom, it's a master suite.”
Greg showed her the linen closet in the
middle of the hallway and then the three available rooms. She picked
the two with south facing windows for her and Jack.
“I like waking up with the sun on
my face. It tends to start my day off better. Now, you go fetch the
linens for these bedrooms, I'll make the beds and tidy the rooms. You
need to rest your back and this is all stuff I can do on my own. I
don't think carrying sheets and blankets will do your back any harm
though. So you can make yourself useful that way.”
Greg got the linens from the hall
closet and set them on the bed.
“Do you have a vacuum cleaner
anywhere around here? The floors could use a quick once over.”
“It's in the closet in my
bedroom, I'll get it for you.”
Greg returned with the vacuum cleaner
and sat down in the room's chair. He watched Margaret as she
efficiently bustled about the room, making the bed, tidying this and
that, and finally starting the vacuum cleaner. He was mainly watching
her face. She had intent furrows that showed as she was concentrating
on her task. He found them fascinating. They totally changed the
general appearance of her face. Instead of looking sorrowed, she
looked determined when she concentrated like that. Margaret caught
him looking once or twice and each time she blushed but didn't say
anything.
The room was habitable again all too
quickly for Greg's taste. He had gotten up and moved to the hallway
while Margaret vacuumed. As soon as she was done in this room she
moved to the other and began to clean it as quickly and efficiently
as the first. Once she was done, they both headed back downstairs.
“I think the roads have cleared
enough. I can take you out to dinner if you like, but you'd have to
drive.” Greg offered.
“Thank you but as I said, you're
already doing far too much for me. How about I rummage around in your
kitchen and see what I can come up with to make dinner for the two of
us?” Margaret said, deftly deflecting his offer.
“Honestly, I can take you out to
dinner, I don't mind.” Greg repeated.
“What's wrong? Does your kitchen
look like the average bachelor's and only have things that you can
make quickly and easily?” she riposted.
It was Greg's turn to blush:
“Umm, no, not entirely, but
there's probably lots more of that kind of stuff in there than there
are things to make a proper meal with. We can stop at a grocery store
tomorrow after the DMV and pick up whatever you'd like to cook with
though. I'm overdue for a grocery run.”
“Well, it's good to know that you
do have some faults. I'd been getting suspicious when you seemed like
Mr. Perfect to me.”
Greg's blush actually intensified. He
wondered what was going on, he hadn't blushed like this since early
in high school when he was working up his nerve to ask a girl for a
date. He
slightly chapped, lips lingered on his own.
“Well first off, I wouldn't have
considered that to be willing, I would've considered that as
coercion. Not a good way to start a relationship, physical or
otherwise. Secondly, I've an ulterior motive. I told you I want to
see you smile, I think I'll have a better chance if you have your son
with you.
I have three spare bedrooms in this
house. My mom and dad made sure they had three spare bedrooms because
I have two siblings. They looked forward to any time all of us were
home together so they made sure that they had room for us all. So,
your son can have one of those while you are staying here. You can
have another one and there will still be a spare.
Speaking of which, let me show them to
you and you can pick one for yourself. We'll need to make the bed and
maybe do a little tidying, I don't go into the spare bedrooms much.”
Greg led her up the stairs since all
four bedrooms were on the second floor.
“There's a bathroom at the end of
the hall. You won't need to worry about me regarding that. I have one
in my own bedroom, it's a master suite.”
Greg showed her the linen closet in the
middle of the hallway and then the three available rooms. She picked
the two with south facing windows for her and Jack.
“I like waking up with the sun on
my face. It tends to start my day off better. Now, you go fetch the
linens for these bedrooms, I'll make the beds and tidy the rooms. You
need to rest your back and this is all stuff I can do on my own. I
don't think carrying sheets and blankets will do your back any harm
though. So you can make yourself useful that way.”
Greg got the linens from the hall
closet and set them on the bed.
“Do you have a vacuum cleaner
anywhere around here? The floors could use a quick once over.”
“It's in the closet in my
bedroom, I'll get it for you.”
Greg returned with the vacuum cleaner
and sat down in the room's chair. He watched Margaret as she
efficiently bustled about the room, making the bed, tidying this and
that, and finally starting the vacuum cleaner. He was mainly watching
her face. She had intent furrows that showed as she was concentrating
on her task. He found them fascinating. They totally changed the
general appearance of her face. Instead of looking sorrowed, she
looked determined when she concentrated like that. Margaret caught
him looking once or twice and each time she blushed but didn't say
anything.
The room was habitable again all too
quickly for Greg's taste. He had gotten up and moved to the hallway
while Margaret vacuumed. As soon as she was done in this room she
moved to the other and began to clean it as quickly and efficiently
as the first. Once she was done, they both headed back downstairs.
“I think the roads have cleared
enough. I can take you out to dinner if you like, but you'd have to
drive.” Greg offered.
“Thank you but as I said, you're
already doing far too much for me. How about I rummage around in your
kitchen and see what I can come up with to make dinner for the two of
us?” Margaret said, deftly deflecting his offer.
“Honestly, I can take you out to
dinner, I don't mind.” Greg repeated.
“What's wrong? Does your kitchen
look like the average bachelor's and only have things that you can
make quickly and easily?” she riposted.
It was Greg's turn to blush:
“Umm, no, not entirely, but
there's probably lots more of that kind of stuff in there than there
are things to make a proper meal with. We can stop at a grocery store
tomorrow after the DMV and pick up whatever you'd like to cook with
though. I'm overdue for a grocery run.”
“Well, it's good to know that you
do have some faults. I'd been getting suspicious when you seemed like
Mr. Perfect to me.”
Greg's blush actually intensified. He
wondered what was going on, he hadn't blushed like this since early
in high school when he was working up his nerve to ask a girl for a
date. He
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