Chapter 3
Having acknowledged her decision, she next raised her glass to him, in salute adding,
"You're cooking Bear, and no pressure but it better be damned good."
Much to her delight, he just looked at her with those huge brown eyes, smiled, and gave a little shrug.
Oh casually confident are we, she thought, and then added to herself with a growing smile, let us see if I can mix things up a bit for you my dear.
Looking at her across the bench, noticing her smile, he could not escape from her being everything he had always wanted and never found. She took his breath away in so many ways and it was not the obvious looks and style but an inner authority, that now he admitted it, hit him right in the groin. Damn, she so appealed to his senses and further a business peer, but it was the puppy dog noises his body made every time there was eye contact that sealed it. This had never been on the negotiating table in any past relationship and he was very grateful to see it here finally. He was pushing all in and hoping, oh yes hoping, to lose his heart.
As he had said early on in the piece "She'd had him at hello."
And now dinner. He knew how to cook and was not phased by the challenge before him, but concentrating, in her presence, was damned near impossible.
Prepping the vegetables was a simple first step but for the life of him, he could not stop looking up as she kept him under scrutiny. She was on her second glass of wine and, oh dear, if she wasn't rubbing herself on the bench top as she continued to regard him. Slowly firmly she was unconsciously self-pleasing and this screamed, you make me feel good, which pleased him beyond measure.
Oh, he fought but could not help but look down, and oh dear she had been waiting and pounced.
"Do you have a problem with me doing this?" She confronts him.
Ahh, he noted to himself. In this movement, she was fully self-aware. Sucker.
Oh dear, he just stammered as he looked up into her eyes. In all honesty, there was not a word within him to be spoken, just noises. Oh my God, he was growing so embarrassed, that he could not speak, and yet the fulfillment he felt just overwhelmed him.
She continued speaking while rubbing herself harder if the truth was to be known.
"I do get an itch watching a man serving my wishes in my kitchen." She said smiling broadly.
"It is a real pleasure point for me."
Looking him hard in the eyes she added with the slightest edge in her voice.
"Have you got a problem with that?"
He tried for words but again none came out. So he settled for shaking his head but he was lost at that moment. He knew by now he should have stopped looking into her eyes but damn he couldn't. He was jammed there waiting for her to release him.
Oh no, he felt it starting, he felt the panic, well up inside. Please no he begged within. No not blushing like some school girl but his pleading went unanswered as his face colored and in response, the strangest of depths entered her eyes.
Biting his lip to get control he wrenched his eyes down to focus once again on slicing up the carrots and promptly cut deeply into one of his fingers. This time he found his voice. A loud ouch came out fully unbidden. Next, he glanced up with an embarrassed look on his face.
"I'm so sorry, I'm not sure how I did this, and I think I am going to need your help."
