Fiance of my Ex-Boss: Chapter 22 - Hot mess
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*Ross*
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"Hi, I'm here."
"Great, just come in. I'm here over my head. It's open."
"Well, sure, but how do you expect me to do it? Your door has a ball, and it's not opening when I turn it."
"Damn it, right!"
"Do you want me to come by the back door?"
"Always, but not into my house. Wait there!"
I chuckled and put my phone into my pocket.
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Soon the door opened, and the hot mess just got a whole new meaning.
"Hi." I couldn't stop grinning. Kyle was covered in green sauce and flour, and his face was red.
"I'm so sorry, I had it all planned out, but then the whole thing got burned, so I had to start again."
He was so sexy and so adorable that I just couldn't help myself. I slammed the door behind me and grabbed him so I could kiss him.
"Ross, I will go mental if it burns again," he grinned as he pushed me away.
"I don't mind, Kyle. You didn't have to worry about that. I'd eat it burned."
"No, you won't. Come."
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He led me to the kitchen by the hand, and I stared in awe at the house as we went. It was nice. Simple wooden designs matched the stone floor and white walls. Trees in huge stone pots were covered in light from tall windows on the side, and the simple and spacious rooms gave the house a minimalist look, with the wood giving it warmth and contrast.
We came into an open kitchen with a huge island covered in a mess. Actually, the whole kitchen looked like there just was a frat party, and they felt like cooking drunk.
I smiled and turned to Kyle.
"How can I help?"
Kyle pointed to the tablet with fingerprints and sauce smudges all over the display next to the second, slightly cleaner one and a poor cookbook lying next to it.
I tried to suppress laughter. I took off my jacket and rolled my sleeves.
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"I got up to here. Here and here." he pointed to each.
"Right. How many people are we feeding?" I kissed his cheek.
Kyle smiled at me. "Just us."
"Aha... and for how many weeks are we eating that?" I read the recipes and checked the state of things on the stove.
"I kind of thought that we wouldn't have to cook tomorrow and we'd need the energy."
"You are just so fascinating, Kyle. I adore you." This was so cute. I kissed him again and started sorting out some of that mess there.
It took us another hour to finish everything. We kept kissing, talking, and laughing the whole time.
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"I can't believe it's done!"
"Yeah."
"And it looks better here than when I started the second time."
I smirked. "I'm glad."
Kyle looked at my shirt in disbelief. "How come you are clean?"
I wiped my hands after I had just washed the last things in the sink and turned to him with a grin. "I am that good."
Kyle gave me a seductive smile. "Well, I was kind of looking forward to taking it off you so I can wash it."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh?"
I took a spoon and plate. I put a bit of sauce into the plate, then pressed his hand onto it. Kyle looked perplexed at me.
"Then just say so." I guided his hand on my chest and pressed it there, making a green sauce handprint.
Kyle chuckled, obviously shocked. "Idiot..." Kyle laughed as he saw the state of my shirt.
"Well, I am your idiot, so it's partly your fault." I licked his hand. "Oh no! Kyle... look at this shirt!"
Kyle started laughing. I gave him a meaningful look and spread my arms. Kyle shook his head and kissed me while he unbuttoned it and pulled it from my shoulders.
"But what about yours? Look, it's ruined. You need to take it off." I started taking it off him, and Kyle still didn't stop laughing.
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He didn't say a word. Finally, his laughter calmed down, and he looked at me lovingly. I adored him so much now.
"Thank you, Ross."
I didn't know what he was thanking me for, but I already had an idea of how to eat this delicious meal we had just cooked. I grabbed a piece, blew on it so it wasn't as hot, and gave it to his mouth. He watched me as he chewed it, and then I wiped my fingers on his chest. He smiled as I licked it off him, holding him by the waist and bending him backward.
Kyle grasped quickly what I was trying to do, and when I looked at him, he had already readied piece for me.
"It's delicious."
"Well, I hope you're hungry."
"Starving!"
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We never even got to take it to the table. We simply ate it off each other right there on the counter.
I turned him, unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants, sliding them down and kneeling behind him. I kissed his back, traveling down and spreading his firm cheeks so I could properly dive in there. Kyle just grinned and let me feast on him.
"Damn, I hate that we don't have this on camera."