Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
KASS
After talking to her for several days, I finally convinced Blake to hang out again.
It was under the stipulation that it wouldn't feel like a date—a similar tactic I used the first time we met up.
She made her intentions very clear—that she doesn't want anything serious and that this is purely about sex.
Kass
So when do I get to see you again?
Blake
Miss me already?
Kass
I miss your fine ass and the way you suck my cock.
Blake
Not my stellar personality?
Kass
That too. But mostly your ass.
Blake
You know most women would be highly offended by that, right?
Kass
Yes. But you're not like most women
Blake
Touché
Kass
So when do I get to take you on another date?
Blake
I'm free this weekend. But it's NOT a date.
Kass
NOT a date?
Blake
No. I told you, I need this to be casual. I can't do anything more than that. The only reason I'm even bothering with you is because you do have quite a beautiful cock, and I like how you use it.
Kass
Wow. Now who's objectifying who?
Blake
Shut up. You know you love to hear it.
Kass
I do
So…Friday? My place?
I already confirmed with Daisy's parents that they will be taking Clover for the weekend.
It's her grandma's birthday, so Clover has decided she wants to spend the whole weekend with her and pretend they're at a spa.
Little does Clover know, her grandma actually booked them a weekend at a spa.
They always spoil her, and she eats it up.
That means that I have the house to myself from Friday after work until early afternoon on Sunday.
I've really been pushing Blake, hoping that I could take advantage of the alone time while I have it.
She knows now that I have a kid, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to introduce her to Clover as a woman I'm spending time with.
Blake hasn't brought it up, so I'm leaving that elephant in the corner of the room where it belongs.
As far as Clover knows, I've only met Blake once, and I intend to keep it that way.
I don't like to introduce Clover to any of the women I see, unless it gets serious, which hasn't happened for me yet.
I don't know if Blake and I will ever get there, since she's the eternally single by choice type, but I'm going to enjoy it for what it is.
I really like her, and I enjoy spending time with her sarcastic ass, no matter how much sass she dishes out.
I like having her cynically joyful energy around me; it always keeps me on my toes.
Blake
I could make that work.
Kass
Great. Come over around 6:00. I'm cooking dinner.
Blake
That sounds awfully like a date. I'll be there at 8:00.
Kass
Alright, but I'm still making dinner.
Blake
Jeez, fine! You can make me dinner.
Kass
Thank you.
Blake
Is your daughter going to be there?
Kass
No, Clover will be with her grandparents for the weekend.
Blake
Did she say anything about us?
Kass
No. Pretty sure she was oblivious to the chemistry between us. But that's probably because she's 8. Can't say the same for the other students. I'm pretty sure one of them caught me checking out your ass.
Blake
You and my damn ass. You sound a little obsessed.
Kass
I am.
Blake
Good.
I thank my lucky stars that I got her to agree to this. Now…what the fuck do I make her for dinner?
I'm finishing the final touches on the meal I’m preparing when the doorbell rings.
"Come on in! It's unlocked."
The doorknob rattles, and I hear the front door open, then shut.
"I'm in the kitchen."
"Cooking that meal I told you not to?"
"I sure am."
Her soft footsteps pad across the hardwood floors, and I turn just in time to see her round the corner into the kitchen.
Damn, she looks gorgeous. She's wearing loose-fitting pants that fall low on her hips and a cropped tank top that shows most of her stomach.
As if I didn't need any more motivation to want to rip her clothes off, she's giving me quite the preview to what's in store for me later.
"I can't believe you just told me to come in. I could have been anyone." She walks toward me, slowly, dragging her fingers on the countertop. "What if I were an intruder with a gun?"
"Then I'd have to kick your ass."
"Oh yeah? You'd kick my ass if I had a gun and was trying to rob you?"
"Mhm."
She stops and turns so her back is to the counter. "I'd like to see you try that."
"Would that turn you on?"
"Not really. I've never been someone who finds violence attractive. It shows a complete lack of self-control in most circumstances."
I take a step closer to her, leaving only a couple of feet between us. "But in that fake scenario, I'm defending myself. Does that make it better?"
"Slightly."
I cock an eyebrow, questioning her.
"If it were me, I'd just run out the back door." She points over her shoulder to the French doors that lead out to the back patio.
I take another step closer and box her in by bracing my hands on the counter on both sides of her.
"Now you see, that doesn't work for me. I've got shit to protect here. I couldn't just run away like a coward."
"In the real world, cowards tend to live longer. I'd say they're smarter than ego-driven men who try to fight when there's a perfectly good exit plan." She shifts on her feet, but there's nowhere for her to go with me in front of her, my arms at her sides, and the counter pressing into her back.
"You already planning your exit?"
I feel like most women would be squirming under my gaze in this compromised position, but not Blake. She stares right back at me with fire in her eyes. She licks her lips and bites the bottom one between her teeth, teasing me.
"Maybe."
My laugh sounds sinister. I shake my head and simply marvel at this woman and her honesty.
"That's smart."
I push off the counter and walk back toward the stove, where my rice is probably getting too dry. When I turn my back, I hear her suck in a deep breath. It's the only hint she gives me that I have any effect on her at all.
I hear something thump against the lower cabinets, and I glance over my shoulder to see that it was her feet as she was jumping up onto the counter to make herself comfortable.
"So, what are you making me?"
I take the rice off the stove and give it a stir. Not too dry, should be fine.
"This? This is just for me. I thought you said you didn't want me to cook you dinner." I smirk, only because my back is turned to her.
"You're so full of shit. I can see you smiling in the reflection of the window."
Damn it. I glance up into the window above the sink and find her staring at me.
"It's just garlic chicken and rice."
"Of course you eat rice with your chicken."
My shoulders shake as I openly laugh now. "What's that supposed to mean?"
I bend down and pull the chicken out of the oven.
"Well, you don't look like that from eating the shit I eat."
I glance up to the window to see her gesturing at my body.
I turn around and lean back against the sink. “What are you trying to say about yourself, Blake?” I eye her, readying my response to the bullshit she’s about to spew. The same bullshit every woman is conditioned to believe about their curves.
“I eat like shit, but I am blessed, with a capital B,” she says, running her hand up her thigh and spanking her own ass. “You aren’t ever going to hear me talk shit about my body or any other woman’s body. Period.”
“Mmmm, good girl. I was about ready to shut you up.”
Her eyebrows flinch upwards. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
Though I’d love to do just that, I’m starving, and I hate eating cold food. I’m going to need energy for what I want to do to her later. "What would you eat with your rice if you were cooking?"
"First off, I don't cook. Second, I would order a giant fucking serving of mashed potatoes, then I'd add butter, cheese, and ranch to them."
I can't help but scrunch my face up. "Ranch in your mashed potatoes?"
"Absolutely! If you've never tried it, then you don't know what you're missing out on."
"Fair enough." I shrug.
She curls one leg up and slides her foot underneath her so she's sitting on it. Girls sit in the strangest positions. Daisy used to do that, too. She could never sit normally in a chair; she always had to have one leg up, or both crisscrossed in front of her.
"You okay with rice tonight, or would you like me to whip you up some mashed potatoes?"
"As wonderful as that sounds, I can tolerate the rice. My jeans will thank you."
I press off the counter and take a few steps forward until I'm right in front of her. "What, these jeans?" I hook my finger into the top of her jeans and tug at it.
"Mhm."
"They can thank me right now by fucking off if they want to."
She swats my hand away and hops off the counter, brushing her front against mine as she walks around me. "They can wait. This chicken actually smells pretty fucking good."
"Oh yeah? So, you're glad I cooked for this non-date."
She ignores my question and takes the spoon sitting beside the stove and scoops a spoonful of rice into her mouth. She chews it slowly, as if she's a world-renowned food critic, trying to savor every bite for analysis. She swallows and cocks her head toward me. "Got any ranch?"
After dinner, I clear the plates and throw them in the sink.
I'll do them later. Right now, I need to get my hands on this girl.
All throughout our meal, she was getting me all riled up.
Running her foot up my leg, chronically dropping innuendos, and goddamn, her fucking laugh was even making me hard.
She knows exactly how to make a man want her, and she enjoys doing it.
The table is cleared, so I walk into the living room where I saw her venture off to a moment ago.
"Do you play guitar?" She runs her fingers down the neck of my Les Paul.
"No."
"Then why do you have one in your living room? That's kind of weird, Kass."