"You do that. I'll be ready for you," he told her.
As Charlotte went upstairs to change, he feverishly went about getting her meal ready. He sliced thin medallions of beef chateaubriand, which he slathered with the Madiera Cognac Au Jus he had made for it. Each plate was accompanied by a smoked roasted potato and a bunch of bacon-wrapped roasted asparagus.
"Oh my god! That smells SOOO good!" he heard a voice exclaim from the doorway of the kitchen.
He looked up and saw her. She had her long blond hair down. She was wearing a sweater that hugged her impressive breasts. Down below, she wore a tight fitting pair of "skinny" jeans that hugged her amazing ass and legs. For shoes she had on a pair of Uggs boots that were popular with the teenage girls. Very few women Charlotte's age could pull off wearing them. But she clearly did.
He felt himself start to harden at the sight of her.
Chapter Five
Charlotte
As she sat down for the meal that Kevin had prepared for her, she was just amazed at his culinary skills.
He started with a question. He turned around from the counter with a bottle of wine in each hand.
"Red or White?" he asked.
"Yes, please," she answered with a smirk. He laughed.
"White actually," she said. "Red wine and I don't get along very well."
He quickly popped the cork and delivered two glasses of white wine to the table. He then produced two salad bowls filled with Caesar Salad. He was on a roll already. That was one of her favorites.
"The dressing is just amazing," she said after she tried the salad.
"It's made from scratch," he told her.
"Wow! It's just perfect," she told him.
He got up and returned with her main course. Before her, he set a plate with sliced medallions of beef tenderloin, covered in a rich sauce made from Madiera wine, cognac and sliced portabella mushrooms. For sides he had bacon-wrapped bunches of asparagus and a smoked, roasted potato.
"Kevin, this is just amazing," she told him.
"Well, I wanted to do something to show you how much I appreciate how good you and Crystal have been to me," he told her sincerely.
"Well, this'll work!" she told him as she dug in.
They spent most of the next hour eating and talking. She peppered him with questions about how he learned how to cook. She found out that he had a lifelong love of cooking that went unappreciated in his marriage. He had married a woman who came from a family that tended to eat the same few things over and over and she turned up her nose at anything outside of her comfort zone. He had only really gotten the chance to cook meals like this after he kicked her to the curb.
"Stupid bitch," she thought to herself as she ate the amazing meal he had prepared.
As their meal and conversation wound down, she looked at him and fixed him in her gaze.
"Do you have any other plans this evening?" she asked.
"No. Not anything in particular," he said.
"Well, I'm going to watch Crystal at the football game. She performs at halftime. You want to come with me?" she asked.
"Sure!" he responded. "That'll be fun."
"I normally get there late, and leave right after halftime. I don't mind watching the drill team, but that football team sucks. Every week those boys get beaten like a red-headed stepchild with freckles and braces."
He roared with laughter at her turn of words. He had certainly never heard that phrase before.
Chapter Six
Kevin
As they left the house later for the game, he reflected that he had done pretty good so far. Charlotte was impressed with the meal, that was for sure. They had sat at the table and talked until time to leave to make halftime. They polished off a bottle of wine between them, and started into a second one.
When it was time to leave, they headed for Charlotte's car. She surprised him by handing him the keys and asking him if he wanted to drive. He had gotten familiar with the town, and knew where the stadium was.
Taking the keys, he opened the passenger door for Charlotte, and held it open as she got in.
"Thank you," she said as he closed the door.
Moving around the car, he got into the driver's side and started getting the car fired up.
"I can't even remember the last time a man held a door open for me," she told him.
"Well then someone's mama didn't raise ‘em right," Kevin said, turning on the faux Southern accent. "My mama would have whupped my ass if she saw me let you get yourself into the car."
"I need to meet your mama sometime," Charlotte added with a giggle.
"She's old school. And I mean log cabin old school," Kevin said with a giggle.
Within a few minutes, they arrived at the stadium. He pulled into a parking place and shut down the car. Charlotte reached for the door handle.
"Wait! Don't touch that door handle! My mama might have spies out here!" he said.
Charlotte withdrew her hand as if the door handle was radioactive.
"Oh shit! Sorry!" she said giggling.
Kevin got out of the car, shutting the door behind him, and strode around the car in a greatly exaggerated manner. He could see Charlotte chuckling in the car at the show he was putting on. He opened the door for her, and offered his hand, which she took.
"Ma'am," he said very formally. He closed the door behind her after she stepped out of the car. She giggled again.
"Are you really worried that your mama has spies out here?" she asked with a giggle.
"Darlin', my mama is like Santa. She knows everything," Kevin told her, straightfaced.
He crooked his arm and offered it to Charlotte.
She laced her arm inside his and he led her into the stadium. He felt great walking inside a stadium packed with spectators with a gorgeous woman on his arm. He glanced down at Charlotte and saw that she appeared to be thinking about the same thing. She kept glancing up at him with a big smile, clearly enjoying the moment. He escorted her into the stadium and led her up the stairs to find a seat near the 50-yard line to watch her daughter. He noticed eyes turning their way as they came up the stairs, and wondered whether she was the center of attention, or whether it was because he was with her.
As they took their seats, Crystal looked around and saw them take their seats. She waved excitedly when she saw them there to watch her. Within just a minute or so, as the first half was winding down, the drill team was ordered onto the field, to take position in the end zone to prepare for the halftime show. Crystal gave another short wave before she led the team onto the field.
They dutifully watched the drill team take the team. When Crystal was announced as the Team Captain, she jumped up and did the splits, dropping onto the field in that position. Kevin winced at the thought of that.
"If I did that, I would be in tears, and taken off the field on a stretcher," he said, leaning close and whispering conspiratorially into Charlotte's ear.
"Me too, I'm afraid," she whispered back, catching his eye for a brief second.
As they watched the drill team, Kevin echoed Charlotte's cheers and screams, cheering the drill team on. Nobody mistook them for football fans as they screamed. The scoreboard showed the home team down 28-0 at the half.
As the crappy football team took the field, the drill team filed back into their seats. As Crystal filed into place, she waved to both of them. They both waved back.
"OK, let's get the hell out of here," Charlotte said, leaning close to his ear.
"You don't like football?" Kevin asked.
"Not this team. Jerry's Kids could kick their asses," Charlotte whispered.
Kevin laughed out loud, before clapping his hand over his mouth in feigned surprise. Charlotte stood, making it clear she was ready to go.
Kevin stood and offered his arm. Charlotte took it.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"Let's get the hell out of here. I don't want to watch Crystal's boyfriend throw four more interceptions."
Kevin laughed and led her from the stands. He seemed to sense hundreds of eyes glued on them.
Chapter Seven
Charlotte
They didn't talk much on the way home. Both seemed to be digesting the events of the evening. If he was anything like her, he was figuring out his next move. She knew that she wanted him. This night had proven that he was a great guy. He could make conversation, he had a sense of humor, and he was cute as a damn button. She wondered if he was as good in the bed as he was out of it.
Kevin pulled her car into the driveway. She reached for the door handle.
"Wait!" he said. "My mama might have spies afoot!"
She giggled, but waited as he got out of the car and came around to her side and opened her door for her. He offered his hand, and she took it and climbed out of the car.
"Thanks. Your mama would be proud of you tonight," she told him.
"God, I hope so. She used to use a leather strap on my ass. If I did anything wrong, please don't tell her," he said with a laugh.
"If she were here, I would sing your praises," she told him as she began walking toward the house.
"That's good to know," she heard him say from behind her.
She unlocked the door and let them both in. It was still early. It was only 8:30 she noticed when she looked at the clock.
"It's early," she said once they were inside. "Do you want to watch TV or find a movie or something?"