more chops on the oil. "Spill it."
"Kyle I'm old. And don't go trying to change my mind on that. I see it in the mirror. But I'm still a woman, I still feel and now I seem to want sex more than ever."
Kyle blinked. "You do? Honey when was the last time you had any?"
"Since Kevin and I broke up? What's that…over a year?"
He arched a brow at me. "You know you can't grow your virginity back, right?"
I punched him with my elbow. "Shut up. I don't want it back, I want sex. But I don't feel sexy. I don't feel attractive."
He turned the chops. " That's what has that line between your brows so deep?"
"No. It's this customer. I met him the day George hired me. In fact George knows him. Or he knew his name. He's gorgeous, got these eyes to die for, and he seems…nice."
"So what's the catch?"
"He's gotta be in his late twenties."
Kyle removed the chops and reapplied oil again as I continued smashing buttery potatoes. But I added some of that damn good milk first. "You know…this shit has got to stop. Age doesn't make a bit of difference."
"Really?" I glared at him. "You who just said his boss was too old for him is going to lecture me about age?"
"Oh. Yeah. You're right. But that's different. Almondrode is in his sixties. He's like a year from retiring. I'm not even past forty yet." Then he stopped. "I'm just digging that hole deep. Sorry Grace." He dumped chops this time and the spatter made him back up. "Hey get those beans off the steam. Ice bath's in the fridge."
I did as he asked and then went back to pounding spuds. I didn't expect him to finish talking but he did.
"Grace…I can't tell you dick about straight men. They're a wonder to me. An enigma. They like what they like. You're the same. If you think this guy's cute, see if he's interested." He paused. "Or is that it? You did and he rejected you?"
"No. Nothing like that. He was in this morning buying a French Press and he asked for me personally. Then he came back to get a lesson on how to use it. Kevin was there and the guy somehow left with Mary. She was going to teach him."
"You mean Mary I-open-it-for-manly-men ?"
I poured more milk in and switched out the potato smasher for a big spoon to start whipping it into something creamy. "Same. But she does make a mean cup of coffee with one of those. We have regulars who come in and want their coffee on a French Press."
"If you can work one, they are good. Almondrode takes his coffee that way. Anytime he's taken us out to eat we've gone to restaurants that press their coffee." Kyle shrugged as he flipped the chops. "So you know on an intelligent level that Mary was the best choice, but you wanted to show him? Grace you don't know how to operate a single cup. And why was Kevin there?"
I loved the way he usually caught sentences on a two minute delay. "Kevin was there because he drew me up a new restraining order on Burt. I have to keep him informed if Burt drives up."
"When will the bastard get his copy?"
"I don't know. I don't care. I have my copy." My arm got tired so I stepped back. Spoon stuck up out of the pot. "Potatoes are done."
"Salt and pepper?"
"No."
"Fine. They can do that themselves. The table's set and the last thing I'm gonna do is drop the lobster tails. Why don't you get a shower? I got wine chilling for dinner, but I opened one of the mason jars and I'll have you a glass ready when you come down."
I grabbed my soda and then paused at the kitchen door. "I don't know, to answer your question. I just felt sort of cheated out of the opportunity to get to know him."
Kyle gave me a sideways smile and waved me on. I meandered down the hall to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and started the shower. When I undressed I avoided looking at the mirror. I had since I had Tanae and my body just didn't look like mine anymore.
It's a sad mix of feelings we get after childbirth. The joy and love of having that small, tiny human in
"Kyle I'm old. And don't go trying to change my mind on that. I see it in the mirror. But I'm still a woman, I still feel and now I seem to want sex more than ever."
Kyle blinked. "You do? Honey when was the last time you had any?"
"Since Kevin and I broke up? What's that…over a year?"
He arched a brow at me. "You know you can't grow your virginity back, right?"
I punched him with my elbow. "Shut up. I don't want it back, I want sex. But I don't feel sexy. I don't feel attractive."
He turned the chops. " That's what has that line between your brows so deep?"
"No. It's this customer. I met him the day George hired me. In fact George knows him. Or he knew his name. He's gorgeous, got these eyes to die for, and he seems…nice."
"So what's the catch?"
"He's gotta be in his late twenties."
Kyle removed the chops and reapplied oil again as I continued smashing buttery potatoes. But I added some of that damn good milk first. "You know…this shit has got to stop. Age doesn't make a bit of difference."
"Really?" I glared at him. "You who just said his boss was too old for him is going to lecture me about age?"
"Oh. Yeah. You're right. But that's different. Almondrode is in his sixties. He's like a year from retiring. I'm not even past forty yet." Then he stopped. "I'm just digging that hole deep. Sorry Grace." He dumped chops this time and the spatter made him back up. "Hey get those beans off the steam. Ice bath's in the fridge."
I did as he asked and then went back to pounding spuds. I didn't expect him to finish talking but he did.
"Grace…I can't tell you dick about straight men. They're a wonder to me. An enigma. They like what they like. You're the same. If you think this guy's cute, see if he's interested." He paused. "Or is that it? You did and he rejected you?"
"No. Nothing like that. He was in this morning buying a French Press and he asked for me personally. Then he came back to get a lesson on how to use it. Kevin was there and the guy somehow left with Mary. She was going to teach him."
"You mean Mary I-open-it-for-manly-men ?"
I poured more milk in and switched out the potato smasher for a big spoon to start whipping it into something creamy. "Same. But she does make a mean cup of coffee with one of those. We have regulars who come in and want their coffee on a French Press."
"If you can work one, they are good. Almondrode takes his coffee that way. Anytime he's taken us out to eat we've gone to restaurants that press their coffee." Kyle shrugged as he flipped the chops. "So you know on an intelligent level that Mary was the best choice, but you wanted to show him? Grace you don't know how to operate a single cup. And why was Kevin there?"
I loved the way he usually caught sentences on a two minute delay. "Kevin was there because he drew me up a new restraining order on Burt. I have to keep him informed if Burt drives up."
"When will the bastard get his copy?"
"I don't know. I don't care. I have my copy." My arm got tired so I stepped back. Spoon stuck up out of the pot. "Potatoes are done."
"Salt and pepper?"
"No."
"Fine. They can do that themselves. The table's set and the last thing I'm gonna do is drop the lobster tails. Why don't you get a shower? I got wine chilling for dinner, but I opened one of the mason jars and I'll have you a glass ready when you come down."
I grabbed my soda and then paused at the kitchen door. "I don't know, to answer your question. I just felt sort of cheated out of the opportunity to get to know him."
Kyle gave me a sideways smile and waved me on. I meandered down the hall to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and started the shower. When I undressed I avoided looking at the mirror. I had since I had Tanae and my body just didn't look like mine anymore.
It's a sad mix of feelings we get after childbirth. The joy and love of having that small, tiny human in
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