deepened the kiss for just a moment before pulling away. He smiled at her as he said, "I believe you promised me a meal."
She let out a sexy chuckle that had him wanting to taste her instead. "I did, didn't I?" She began looking through her cabinets and pantry. After an unsuccessful search, she glanced at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry I don't have much food."
He grinned at her as he teased, "I thought you said you could cook."
She rolled her eyes. "I can cook. I just don't cook, often. Usually by the time I get home, I'm so exhausted I don't feel like cooking. Plus, I don't have company very often."
"Maya, it's fine. You've been working all day, and you certainly weren't expecting me. You don't have to go out of your way to cook me anything. We can order out."
She opened a drawer next to them and pulled out a stack of take out menus. "Since you are the guest of honor tonight, you pick. And..." she said, picking up the nearly empty bottle of chardonnay, "...it looks like we're going to need another bottle. I'll be back."
She gave him another quick kiss, before heading off and a moment later, he heard her running upstairs.
Xavier spent a few minutes thumbing through the menu flyers before settling on Chinese. He went to the foot of the stairs and called out.
"Maya?"
"Up here," she shouted back. "Come on up."
As he climbed the stairs he asked, "Is Chinese okay with you?"
"Perfect. Can you order me some sweet and sour chicken with white rice. And extra egg rolls."
"Sure," he said, looking around when he made it upstairs. "Where are you?"
She stuck her head out of one of the rooms with a mysterious smile, "Over here. Come on in. I want to show you something."
As he walked toward her, another bedroom caught his eye. Clearly it was her master bedroom. From what he could see, it was nice looking. The thought briefly crossed his mind to whether or not he would get to fully see it sometime tonight.
He stopped short when he entered the room Maya called him to.
"Whoa," he said, in complete amazement.
She'd converted one of her spare bedrooms into her own little wine cellar. The walls were covered with bottles of wine filled on shelves much like the ones at the shop of the winery or his café.
"My father installed these for me," Maya explained.
"He did an excellent job," Xavier said, as he walked around checking out the bottles. Naturally, there were a lot of bottles from Russell Oaks, but she also had a plethora of other wines from around the globe. He pulled out a bottle and read the label then turned back to her. "You were understating yourself when you said you knew 'a little' about wine. You could open a small store."
He pulled out another bottle of wine and dusted off the label. After reading it, he looked up at her with wide eyes. Holding up the bottle, he asked, "You have a Chateaux DuBois '98?"
Maya nodded. "Yes, I'm ashamed to say it took nearly one whole paycheck to pay for just that bottle. But when I found it, I knew I had to have it. There are only–"
"Three bottles of this year ever made."
"Right," Maya said, smiling at the way he'd finished her sentence.
He gave her a knowing smile as he said, "I have one of the other two. I've been searching for the third." He shook his head, looking reverently at the bottle. "How did you get such a large collection?"
"Oh, you know, just using every extra penny of every pay check," she said, smiling. "I know it seems a bit excessive."
"Baby, if you think this is excessive, you're gonna faint when you see my collection," he said, with a wink.
He loved the way her eyes lit up as she said, "I'm absolutely looking forward to it."
They called and ordered the food after choosing a wine and heading back downstairs. Once the food arrived they camped out on the couch to find a movie and ended up in a spirited debate over which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies were the best, the ones from the 80s/90s or the latest one from 2014.
"Hey, don't get me wrong," Xavier
She let out a sexy chuckle that had him wanting to taste her instead. "I did, didn't I?" She began looking through her cabinets and pantry. After an unsuccessful search, she glanced at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry I don't have much food."
He grinned at her as he teased, "I thought you said you could cook."
She rolled her eyes. "I can cook. I just don't cook, often. Usually by the time I get home, I'm so exhausted I don't feel like cooking. Plus, I don't have company very often."
"Maya, it's fine. You've been working all day, and you certainly weren't expecting me. You don't have to go out of your way to cook me anything. We can order out."
She opened a drawer next to them and pulled out a stack of take out menus. "Since you are the guest of honor tonight, you pick. And..." she said, picking up the nearly empty bottle of chardonnay, "...it looks like we're going to need another bottle. I'll be back."
She gave him another quick kiss, before heading off and a moment later, he heard her running upstairs.
Xavier spent a few minutes thumbing through the menu flyers before settling on Chinese. He went to the foot of the stairs and called out.
"Maya?"
"Up here," she shouted back. "Come on up."
As he climbed the stairs he asked, "Is Chinese okay with you?"
"Perfect. Can you order me some sweet and sour chicken with white rice. And extra egg rolls."
"Sure," he said, looking around when he made it upstairs. "Where are you?"
She stuck her head out of one of the rooms with a mysterious smile, "Over here. Come on in. I want to show you something."
As he walked toward her, another bedroom caught his eye. Clearly it was her master bedroom. From what he could see, it was nice looking. The thought briefly crossed his mind to whether or not he would get to fully see it sometime tonight.
He stopped short when he entered the room Maya called him to.
"Whoa," he said, in complete amazement.
She'd converted one of her spare bedrooms into her own little wine cellar. The walls were covered with bottles of wine filled on shelves much like the ones at the shop of the winery or his café.
"My father installed these for me," Maya explained.
"He did an excellent job," Xavier said, as he walked around checking out the bottles. Naturally, there were a lot of bottles from Russell Oaks, but she also had a plethora of other wines from around the globe. He pulled out a bottle and read the label then turned back to her. "You were understating yourself when you said you knew 'a little' about wine. You could open a small store."
He pulled out another bottle of wine and dusted off the label. After reading it, he looked up at her with wide eyes. Holding up the bottle, he asked, "You have a Chateaux DuBois '98?"
Maya nodded. "Yes, I'm ashamed to say it took nearly one whole paycheck to pay for just that bottle. But when I found it, I knew I had to have it. There are only–"
"Three bottles of this year ever made."
"Right," Maya said, smiling at the way he'd finished her sentence.
He gave her a knowing smile as he said, "I have one of the other two. I've been searching for the third." He shook his head, looking reverently at the bottle. "How did you get such a large collection?"
"Oh, you know, just using every extra penny of every pay check," she said, smiling. "I know it seems a bit excessive."
"Baby, if you think this is excessive, you're gonna faint when you see my collection," he said, with a wink.
He loved the way her eyes lit up as she said, "I'm absolutely looking forward to it."
They called and ordered the food after choosing a wine and heading back downstairs. Once the food arrived they camped out on the couch to find a movie and ended up in a spirited debate over which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies were the best, the ones from the 80s/90s or the latest one from 2014.
"Hey, don't get me wrong," Xavier
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