Chapter 38
Sometimes I truly didn’t know how to feel. One minute I was confused and forlorn, and in the next, the object of my concerns and trouble was inviting me to head down to the kitchen with him to get something to eat. It was almost 1 am, which was pretty late, but I was sure that we could still be seen. Still, as I watched his strong back ahead as he guided me down the stairs, I truly didn’t have the strength to care. All of a sudden, from previously forlorn and confused, I was excited and tingling all over. I absolutely did not feel hungry any longer, but I wasn’t going to refuse his offer, so I submitted to however this was going to turn out, and soon we arrived at the kitchen.
They had staff all around, so anyone could whip up what he wanted for him. We could even order in; however, I knew as he pulled the fridge open and began to look through, he was doing this because he wanted to spend time with me. This unfortunately made me feel things I had no business feeling. I admonished myself not to get carried away. However, this was impossible. He was so gorgeous, so attentive, and the way he had ridden that motorcycle from earlier in the day had taken up permanent space in my mind.
”Do you want something sweet or savory?” he asked as he glanced at me. I was caught right then, completely entranced, and with not a functioning brain cell left to even process his question, not to talk of answering it.
”Uh… s-sweet,” I said, knowing that this was so inaccurate. I was actually starving and had more or less been drinking all evening, so why the hell would I want something sweet?
”Pancakes?” he asked. ”Waffles?” I can make those. I was about to immediately reject these until I heard his proclamation that he could make them. I was instantly curious.
”How come you can make them?” I asked, and he smiled.
“In the early days of my career, I was creating a course for the clients in one of my gyms, and one of the issues they always had with their diets was sweets. So, I set out to create low-calorie alternatives. A lot of experimenting was needed then, so I picked up some essential kitchen skills. Though now it”s been so long, I wonder if I will be any good.”
I was absolutely sure he would be however, I didn”t really want to eat anything sweet, so I decided to be honest. I went over to him and pulled the second door of the fridge open.
”Do you want something sweet?” I asked as I looked through and found some meat. ”Because I”d want something a bit more savory, like steak, and then we can have something sweet. Small portions if you will.”
He looked at me, then his eyes shining, and then he leaned forward to kiss me.
”That is a wonderful idea. Fancy potatoes?” he asked. ”We can have it with the steak. Fast and easy.”
”Yes, and yes,” I replied and helped him in retrieving the ingredients. I was so excited I had to admit, but I was equally just as scared. I knew most people were still at the party, but this was exactly what bothered me because they were sure to return soon and would possibly meet us in the humongous kitchen. We weren”t naked, of course, or writhing in each other”s arms, but I didn”t know of any other way to announce to everyone that we were together; otherwise, why the hell would we be interacting in the middle of the night, much less cooking together? So, I made quick work of all my subsequent chores.
I helped him with slicing the potatoes, seasoning, and popping them in the air fryer, while we worked on the steak together. He claimed his was the best; I argued my own was just as good if not better, and in the end, we decided to do it together while exchanging technique and, of course, kisses. Truly, I love the way he kissed me. Five minutes didn”t go by before he leaned down, eager and hungry. They were brief but oh so sweet, and each time he drew away, my grip on the edge of the counter tightened.
Still and despite how often I wanted to jump him, I managed to control myself until the steak was done. I was distracted also by his reverse seasoning method, but he convinced me with enough kisses to trust him, and by the end of it, I was excited to taste. After cutting the steak into pieces, he stabbed one with a fork, and my hand reached out to take it; however, he pushed my hand away. He instead insisted silently that I accept it the way he was presenting it, and I felt myself melt. I held his gaze as I ate and chewed, and he did the same to me. The taste was divine, and at the soft moans that emanated from me, he leaned forward and began to kiss my skin. From the underside of my jaw, he moved down my neck all the way down till his mouth covered the hardened peaks of my nipples through the shift of my sleeping shift. I was on cloud nine. I felt like I was floating, like I was in a dream, and I never wanted it to end.
The way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me… I felt like the center of his world when hours earlier it was easy to convince myself that I didn”t even exist. This made me, though, understand and accept this for what it was. It was a fantasy, and even if there was something more, it surely couldn”t be acknowledged or acted on until after this week was over. I nodded, watching him as he brought a piece of the steak to his lips as well and took a bite.
“Let”s plate it,” he said, and I retrieved the plates that we would be using. There was a huge dining room away from the kitchen, but we didn”t bother going that far. He pulled out the stools by the island, and we both took a seat.
”Wine?” he asked. I didn”t really think I could stomach any extra alcohol for the night, but I didn”t exactly fancy water either, so I accepted the bottle he retrieved. He poured the rich red liquid into the wine glass he had brought along, and I watched it flow. He sat back down afterward, and I realized once again that not only were we sharing the same plate, we were also sharing the same wine glass. He took a long sip, and I was tempted to do the same as well, making sure to hold his gaze and sip from the exact same place that he had. He smiled then, and once again, he kissed me, and I drowned in the taste. Eventually, we both parted, and as though shaken, we continued on quietly with our meal.