meant to be—she didn't have a doubt. She'd have to convince him, but she could do that.
Het set a shallow bowl in front of her, piled high with pasta. The scent wafted up, reminiscent of the sweet oniony smell that clung to him, and her mouth watered. "This looks amazing."
He poured himself a glass of wine and snagged the chair next to her, angling it away from her so there was some space between them.
"Can I have some wine?"
"No," he said firmly.
No one ever gave her alcohol. She was totally old enough too. She picked up her fork. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I ate already."
She paused before taking a bite. "You cooked just for me."
"It's what I do."
It was what he did for work, but this was different. She considered him as she lifted the forkful to her mouth. She doubted he picked up any stray from the streets to bring home.
He was as good as hers.
Then she gasped. She chewed and swallowed quickly. "Oh my God that was delicious ."
"Thank you." He took a sip of wine, watching her calmly.
Whatever. This was the best pasta she'd ever had, and that was saying something because Freya was a great cook. She dug in, not caring that her face was probably shiny with oil.
When the bowl was empty, she stared at it in dismay.
He handed her a napkin. "Would you like more?"
"Hell yes."
She ate the second bowl just as eagerly. She would have asked for another serving except she saw that he gave her all there was.
The whole time he watched her. Normally she would have found it creepy, but somehow it was nice. Comfortable. "I have a proposition for you," she said as she finished. "You cook for me and I'll clean up."
"No." He stood up.
"Please." She batted her eyes and made the puppy face that always made her sister cave.
"No." He took her bowl and then guided her out of the kitchen with a hand on the small of her back.
His touch felt right. She grinned. She knew it. And soon she'd feel that hand all over her body.
He held out her coat so she could slip into it. "I'll walk you to your car."
"Okay," she said eagerly, not because she needed the protection but because it meant she'd be with him that much longer. "I'm this way."
He frowned when he saw the junk bucket she drove. Whatever—it was all she could afford for now. It got her around safely.
She faced him. "When do I get to see you again?"
"This will not happen again."
Yes, it would. "I have one more question for you."
He sighed. "Just one more."
"What's your name?"
He blinked at her, and then his lips curved into a slow amused smile that took her breath away. "Max Corazao."
"Anna Godwin." She held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Max Corazao."
He took her head. Before he could withdraw, she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. His skin rasped against hers, making her shiver. She breathed him in. Delicious.
Happy, she stepped back. "Thanks again, Max."
She got into the car. As she pulled out, she looked in her rearview mirror, satisfied by the befuddled expression on his face.
He was totally hers.
Chapter Eight
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Your ad.
Hi. I saw your ad and I thought we'd get along really well. My name is John. I'm 5'11" and I have brown eyes. I have most of my hair. I have an excellent relationship with my mom. In fact, I still live with her.
Maybe we could get coffee sometime?
--------------------------------------------
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Hey Baby
When I saw your ad on craigslist I knew we were destined to meet. So I checked with my astrologer and she said because Venus was in my first house it was a good time to contact you.
Here I am, baby.
Are you a Taurus? I feel like maybe you are. Just so you know, I'm highly compatible with Taureans.
Email me.
Blessings,
Rolf
--------------------------------------------
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Hello
Het set a shallow bowl in front of her, piled high with pasta. The scent wafted up, reminiscent of the sweet oniony smell that clung to him, and her mouth watered. "This looks amazing."
He poured himself a glass of wine and snagged the chair next to her, angling it away from her so there was some space between them.
"Can I have some wine?"
"No," he said firmly.
No one ever gave her alcohol. She was totally old enough too. She picked up her fork. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I ate already."
She paused before taking a bite. "You cooked just for me."
"It's what I do."
It was what he did for work, but this was different. She considered him as she lifted the forkful to her mouth. She doubted he picked up any stray from the streets to bring home.
He was as good as hers.
Then she gasped. She chewed and swallowed quickly. "Oh my God that was delicious ."
"Thank you." He took a sip of wine, watching her calmly.
Whatever. This was the best pasta she'd ever had, and that was saying something because Freya was a great cook. She dug in, not caring that her face was probably shiny with oil.
When the bowl was empty, she stared at it in dismay.
He handed her a napkin. "Would you like more?"
"Hell yes."
She ate the second bowl just as eagerly. She would have asked for another serving except she saw that he gave her all there was.
The whole time he watched her. Normally she would have found it creepy, but somehow it was nice. Comfortable. "I have a proposition for you," she said as she finished. "You cook for me and I'll clean up."
"No." He stood up.
"Please." She batted her eyes and made the puppy face that always made her sister cave.
"No." He took her bowl and then guided her out of the kitchen with a hand on the small of her back.
His touch felt right. She grinned. She knew it. And soon she'd feel that hand all over her body.
He held out her coat so she could slip into it. "I'll walk you to your car."
"Okay," she said eagerly, not because she needed the protection but because it meant she'd be with him that much longer. "I'm this way."
He frowned when he saw the junk bucket she drove. Whatever—it was all she could afford for now. It got her around safely.
She faced him. "When do I get to see you again?"
"This will not happen again."
Yes, it would. "I have one more question for you."
He sighed. "Just one more."
"What's your name?"
He blinked at her, and then his lips curved into a slow amused smile that took her breath away. "Max Corazao."
"Anna Godwin." She held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Max Corazao."
He took her head. Before he could withdraw, she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. His skin rasped against hers, making her shiver. She breathed him in. Delicious.
Happy, she stepped back. "Thanks again, Max."
She got into the car. As she pulled out, she looked in her rearview mirror, satisfied by the befuddled expression on his face.
He was totally hers.
Chapter Eight
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Your ad.
Hi. I saw your ad and I thought we'd get along really well. My name is John. I'm 5'11" and I have brown eyes. I have most of my hair. I have an excellent relationship with my mom. In fact, I still live with her.
Maybe we could get coffee sometime?
--------------------------------------------
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Hey Baby
When I saw your ad on craigslist I knew we were destined to meet. So I checked with my astrologer and she said because Venus was in my first house it was a good time to contact you.
Here I am, baby.
Are you a Taurus? I feel like maybe you are. Just so you know, I'm highly compatible with Taureans.
Email me.
Blessings,
Rolf
--------------------------------------------
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: Hello
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