To her amazement he did take her to his home. She was joking, not expecting him to take her seriously about such a bold move.
He came over to her side to let her out. "Come with me, hope you're hungry."
She held is hand walking closely behind. Her nervousness returned, making it difficult to focus. "Deep breaths, it'll be ok," she kept repeating to herself. Although she may put on a good show, deep down she still is that good girl she portrays.
He walks her through the front door and immediately takes her to the kitchen. On the stove is a Wok and wooden spoon, the counter top has a cutting board and several knives, and two aprons are on the kitchen table.
"Take you shirt and skirt off, don't want to get them dirty," he instructed as he handed her an apron. He then walks over to the refrigerator and starts pulling out several containers in a variety of shapes and sizes.
"I seem to recall that you like Chinese food. Well today is your lucky day. I am going to teach you how to make Stir Fry." He smiles to her and raises his eyebrows, rather proud of himself.
"Hey, I thought you didn't cook on Fridays?" She questions.
"Let's just say today I made an exception." He winks and moves on with his task. After placing the spread of meat and vegetables on the counter top he too removes his clothing and puts on an apron.
Attentively she listens to each lesson from the right mix of ingredients to the correct seasonings and oil to use and at which temperature.
He works with her hands showing her techniques that seem impossible from a novice perspective. Utilizing her body as a puppet he stands behind her and guides her arms and hands. Being this close to her he becomes aroused by her essence, so much so that momentarily he forgets his role as teacher.
"Are we still cooking?" She asks noticing the change in his breathing and the sense that suddenly he got even closer.
"Yes, yes, we still need to actually cook it." He answers, letting her go and moving over to the stove.
She watches him prepare the last few items entranced by his movements. She takes this moment to admire his physical presence. He has wavy red hair that calls to have her fingers run through and mess up, striking hazel eyes that can convince her of anything without him speaking a word, a seductive smile with delectable kisses and his oh so talented tongue. Her eyes wander further down to note the musculature of his back and arms. Watching his arms move she yearns to simply fold herself within them.
