Chubby Chaser(19)

“Yes, it’s perfect.”

“Please, have a seat.”

She sat down and sipped at the white wine, loving the fresh, fruity taste. “Delicious.”

“The food will even better,” he said with a wink.

This was a side she had never seen of Cole, teasing, winking, looking like he was having a lot of fun.

“Well I had to see it to believe it. Can I take a picture to prove to Juliet that you do in fact cook?” she asked, grabbing her cell phone.

“Wait, wait, let’s make it look real.” He tucked the towel he was holding through his belt, and grabbed a pan with a spoon. He turned toward her, pursed his lips, and she was so busy laughing she nearly dropped her phone. Quickly taking pictures, she loved this side of him that she was finally getting to see. It made her wonder what it would have been like, if she’d had the courage to have at least approached him in high school. Cole was an amazing guy, perfect in every single way, and he’d admitted to being attracted to her.

“I had no idea you could cook.”

“When I was younger, I didn’t like to cook, nor did I care to. Sandwiches, noodles, chips, you name it, that was food. When I got older, that didn’t really sit well with me. The first semester of college, for three weeks straight, I ate takeout, and didn’t like it. There was nothing left for me to do but to learn how to cook.”

“You did it though. Look at you. You’re cooking.”

“The proof is always in the testing.”

She watched as he dipped a spoon into the sauce, gave it a taste, and then added some parsley, salt, and pepper.#p#分页标题#e#

“Do you enjoy cooking?” she asked, curious to know more.

“I do, actually.” He pressed a finger to his lips, and looked around to make sure no one was there. Elena frowned and looked around her. He opened up the fridge, and she saw a beautiful frosted chocolate cake. “Just our little secret, I also like to bake. I don’t think it looks too bad. What do you think?”

“Wow, that is like, wow,” she said. “You did that all yourself?”

“Yes, yours truly baked that.”

“Well, Cole, you’re full of many surprises, and I’m shocked that you kept your baking a secret.”

“I don’t bake for just anyone, and this is a cake that I’ve perfected, and I got feedback from my friends,” he said.

“Danny and Vincent know you bake?”

“Yes. They said that I should just show up with a baked cake rather than roses. There were a few other things they said to help my night go smoothly. Fine wine, fine dinner, and other stuff. I’ll get to that.”

She giggled. She couldn’t help it. “Did they give you any sound advice for the bedroom, perhaps?”

“Blast, woman, you know I am more than adequate in the bedroom.”

“Adequate being a sound description. I think I may have been a little drunk, so not got the greatest memory.”

He put the pan down and rounded the counter, grabbing her hips. She released a squeal as he pressed her against the counter. His cock pressed against her stomach. “Do I need to remind you how much you begged?”

“Yes, I think you do.”

Just then, her stomach growled, letting them know he needed to feed her in other ways first. He kissed her nose and stepped back.

“Dinner is nearly done.” He took her wine, and hand, leading her toward another table. He held out a seat, and she was surprised by the lengths he’d gone to for dinner. Taking a sip of her wine, she stared around the dining room. There were a couple of pictures on the walls, and the cabinets seemed bare, as if they were waiting for someone to fill them.

The nerves she’d had before entering his home had long gone, his playful attitude helping to put any doubts and fears to rest. Pushing some hair out of her face, she took another sip of her wine, and moved it away from her. She didn’t want to get too drunk and risk their date.

Minutes passed, and he finally entered, carrying two plates.

“Okay, this is a breaded chicken with a lemon sauce, and a hint of garlic. A mushroom rice pilaf on the side.”

It looked and smelled amazing.

She waited for him to sit, and picked up her fork. Taking a fork full of the rice, she had a taste, and paused.

Frowning a little, she glanced down at the rice pilaf, and took another forkful. Yeah, it was there all right. “Did you put chili in this?”

“Erm, just a little.” He held his fingers close together. “Not a lot.”

She waved a hand in front of her mouth, and tried to fan some of the heat. “Wow, that is, erm, a lot of, er, chili,” she said.