I'm in the kitchen making scallion drop biscuits when I get the ping on my phone, "I'm here."
"Doors open, come on in," I write back to him quickly.
I hear the door open and call out, "Hi! I'm in the kitchen!" and then I turn around and bend over the oven pretending to check on the biscuits and wait. I've timed this perfectly.
He comes around the corner and I hear him stop suddenly and swear.
I am only wearing an apron and my slippers with nothing underneath, which means he has full view of my ass and a tease of my lips between my thighs.
I smile to myself but don't move. I picture him stopped at my dining room table, leaning against the edge, staring.
"Fuck me, baby. You look so good bent over like that."
I peer over my shoulder and smile, having been right about his location, and wiggle my butt a little to tease him further.
"GURL" he says in that way of his that tells me he's excited. "You are dangerous," he laughs, shaking his head.
I laugh too and wiggle some more.
"What are you going to do about it?"
Chuckling, he plays along.
"Hmm. Close the oven and get on your knees."
Looking back quickly to make sure the timer is set on the biscuits, I do as he says.
From the floor, I get into position. On my knees, sitting back on my feet with my hands face down on either thigh. I look up at him with a small grin on my face, hopefully looking more innocent than I feel as I eagerly wait for his next direction
"Good girl. Now crawl to me."
His tone is deeper now, calm but ablaze with desire already. The knowledge of how much I'm already turning him on, gives me tingles and a burst of adrenaline. I am so eager to go jump on him but also can't wait to see what he has in store. I might have planned this setup, but from here on, it's his move.
As I work my way over the short distance to him, I don't take my eyes off of his. The air between us is as thick as the North Carolina summers where he's from and where I spent two years in grad school (though thankfully here in my California apartment, no mosquitos).