Chapter 7 #2
“I bet he thought I would beg him to fuck me, but I am not the one or the two,” I whispered to myself.
When I returned to the room, Kenzo was standing near the door.
I slipped on a pair of loose-fitting pajama shorts, then pulled some sweats on over them.
After putting on the matching hoodie, I stepped into my shoes and grabbed my purse.
He opened the door when he saw that I was ready, but I stopped him before we stepped into the hallway.
“You don’t want to wash your face before we leave?”
The coy smile he gave me before responding sent shivers through my body.
“I’m already addicted to your sweet aroma. I may never wash my face again.”
He entered the hallway and waited for me to follow him. After he made sure the door was secure, he took my hand, and we headed down the hallway.
“Do you know what you need?” he asked a few minutes later when we were on the road.
“Oatmeal raisin cookies are my favorite, so I can make them with my eyes closed. Do you like cream cheese frosting?”
“I do.”
“I usually make it with my oatmeal raisin cookies. If you’ve never had the combination, it’s so good.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
I pushed thoughts of what had transpired between us to the back of my mind and focused on the task at hand.
We weren’t at the store very long because I knew what I needed, and he knew where everything was.
About fifteen minutes after leaving the grocery store, we turned into a gated community, then onto a long driveway.
“This is where you live?” I asked in awe.
“It is. The side entrance leads straight to my apartment.”
I was quiet for the next few minutes, taking in my surroundings even though it was dark. The garage was huge, with enough space for six cars, workout equipment, and room for other items, like a riding lawnmower and a snowblower.
“Why do you keep a gym bag in your car if you work out at home?” I asked.
“Sometimes I need a change of scenery, so I keep my bag in my car in case I want to work out at the office.”
“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”
He retrieved the bags from his trunk, and I followed him to the house. Once inside, we went down a flight of stairs that led to a spacious kitchen.
“Wow. This kitchen is almost as big as my old apartment,” I said.
“It’s a nice-sized kitchen, but you’re exaggerating a bit.”
“Maybe a tiny bit, but not much. Oh my God! You have a double stove. Do you even cook like that?”
“Honestly, I never cook unless it’s a frozen pizza or something similar. If I eat at home, I eat upstairs.”
“I’d be in heaven if I had access to a kitchen like this on a regular basis.”
“The one upstairs is twice the size.”
“I can imagine.”
I moved slowly through the space, rubbing my hands along the countertops, opening and closing cabinets, and looking inside both stoves and the refrigerator while Kenzo unpacked the groceries.
“You want a quick tour before you get started?” he asked.
“Of course.”
Aside from the gorgeous kitchen, which was large enough to fit a table that seated six, there was a living room furnished with a large sectional and the biggest TV I’d ever seen, two bedrooms, each with a full bathroom, a laundry room, and another full bathroom.
Off the living room was a walkout patio that led to the backyard. I peeked behind the shades but couldn’t see anything because it was dark. I imagined the backyard was as big as a football field.
“I understand why you chose not to move out. This is really nice.”
“Thank you. I don’t need much. I don’t plan to stay here forever, but I don’t see any reason to move out right now. You ready to get started?”
I nodded. “Right after I relieve my bladder.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen.”
A few minutes later, after taking off my sweats and leaving them on the back of the sectional, I joined him in the kitchen, and we organized the ingredients. Kenzo leaned against the counter with his arms folded across his chest and watched me work.
“You’re not going to offer to help?” I asked.
“Typically, I stay out of the kitchen. Unfortunately, I didn’t inherit any culinary skills from my parents or grandparents.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Maybe you can teach me.”
The way he spoke made me look at him. His eyes were low but didn’t hide the look of longing. I looked away quickly, not wanting to get distracted by the nasty thoughts that kept creeping into my mind.
“Wash your hands, and we can start your first lesson right now.”
“Nah. I’d rather watch you.”
I shrugged dismissively because I refused to get caught up like I did before we left my room. My delusional ass thought this man would want to fuck after eating my pussy.
“Suit yourself. Can you play some music or something?”
“Nah. Why don’t you talk me through it?”
I froze because this man was taunting me with his sexual innuendos. I chose to ignore him because I wasn’t quite sure what would come out of my mouth.
For the next hour, I prepared the cookie mix and frosting while Kenzo watched my every move. I doubt he paid any attention to how I made the cookies because his eyes were on me the entire time.
I put the first batch of cookies in the oven, and after closing it, I turned around to find that his gaze was on my ass. I put all my weight on one leg and folded my arms across my chest.
“Were you looking at my ass?” I asked.
He smirked. “It depends on if that’s a problem or not.”
“I can’t tell you what to do with your eyes. You want to taste the frosting or wait until the cookies are done?”
He didn’t respond verbally, but his eyes moved from the frosting to my lips a few times. When he stuck his finger into the frosting and put it up to my mouth, I opened without a second thought.
“Mmm,” I moaned, reacting to the taste of the frosting.
“Is it good?”
“Of course.”
He took my hand, separating my index finger from the others, dipped it into the frosting, and lifted it into his mouth. As soon as his tongue touched my finger, my pussy throbbed. I snatched my hand away when I came to my senses, causing Kenzo to laugh.
“Damn, that’s good as fuck.”
“I, umm, I’m glad you like it. It’ll taste even better on the cookies.”
“I can’t imagine it tasting any better than on your finger, unless it’s on . . .”
“Kenzo, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Stop talking nasty.”
“The scent of your essence is still lingering on my face and beard. You’re lucky all I’m doing is talking.”
“I probably shouldn’t have let you do that,” I told him.
“Too late now. I know what you taste like, so there’s no turning back.”
“Kenzo!”
“Okay. I’ll try to keep it professional from here on out, but it’s probably a losing battle.”
“We can’t like each other.”
“Speak for yourself, beautiful, but I’ll try to chill out. How long before the cookies are done?”
“A few more minutes. What kind of milk do you have?”
“Skim.”
“You get the plates, and I’ll pour us a glass.”
I found the cabinet with the plates on the first try, placing three plates on the counter—one larger plate to transfer the cookies from the cookie sheet, and two saucers for our cookies. I grabbed the oven mitt and opened the oven door. Before bending down, I turned to look at Kenzo.
“Keep your eyes off my ass, . . . boss.”
“Didn’t you just say you can’t control what I do with my eyes?”
I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes before bending to get the cookie sheet from the oven. After placing it on top of the stove, I closed the oven door and turned to face Kenzo, who was indeed looking at my ass.
“Do you have a wire rack?” I asked.
Without responding, he retrieved a wire rack from one of the lower cabinets.
“They have to cool for about five minutes before I remove them.”
“We’re in no rush. Would you mind staying here tonight, in the guest room, of course?”