Chubby Chaser(20)
“I think I should warn you I put chili in a lot of things.”
“It’s fine. Just took me by surprise there. You don’t really have a lot of chili with, erm, this, I didn’t think.”
Wow, her mouth was on fire!
Taking a sip of her wine, she knew it wouldn’t do the trick. The heat was making her lips feel huge.
Next, she tried the chicken, and there was spice in that, and the garlic wasn’t a hint either. It was full throttle with heat. She shook her head. “I can’t eat it.”#p#分页标题#e#
He frowned, and then reached over, and took a bite of the food. “Crap, I gave you the wrong plate.”
He quickly switched plates, and she stared down at her new plate. She was nervous to taste anything for fear of it burning her head off.
“It’s your plate. It’s fine. No fire, or burning. Just gentle heat.”
Taking his word for it, she took a smaller forkful of rice, and had a taste. There was heat there, but not as burning as the other one.
“This is better,” she said.
“Sorry about that.”
“Why is yours so spicy, and mine not?” she asked.
“I add extra to mine. I’ve always liked hotter food, and I guess that’s just the way I roll. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I love paprika as a spice, I mean. I drive Juliet mad.”
“I made a chili, and Vincent and Danny thought they needed to go to the hospital. I added in six chilies.”
“Jalapeno?”
“No, cayenne.”
“Wow, you do like things hot and spicy.”
“Kind of like my women,” he said.
Her cheeks heated, and her pussy grew slick. Remembering the way he’d touched her brought back a whole load of memories.
Chapter Six
The dinner was a semi-disaster. Cole couldn’t believe that he’d given Elena his plate instead of her own. At the end of it she was laughing.
“I cannot believe you eat so much chili. It’s insane.”
He shrugged. “I like spicy food.”
She chuckled. “Do I get a slice of cake as a reward?”
“Already on it.”
“Wait, wait, does it have chili in as well?”
“No, but where I like my food really spicy, I like my desserts really sweet.”
“I’ll risk it,” she said.
He took their plates, noting that she did leave some of the food, but he wasn’t the perfect cook. He enjoyed being in the kitchen, but he’d never said he was good. Could he cook? Yes. Was that food good? Not always.
She hadn’t run screaming yet, or accusing him of killing her, so that was a bonus.
Putting the cake onto the counter, he grabbed a knife and cut two large slices. He added a dollop of sweet whipped cream, said a little prayer, and entered the dining room.
She was still sitting where he’d left her, sipping from the wine he’d given her before dinner.
“Would you like me to refill your glass?” he asked.
“No. There’s really no need. I don’t drink a whole lot.”
“But you were too drunk to rate my performance?”
“I have my off days,” she said.
She took the spoon he offered, and he saw her hesitate. “There’s no chili at all in this.”
“Okay.” She laughed, and took a spoonful of the dessert. He watched as she licked her lips, and finally put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and released a moan. “Wow.” She covered her mouth, and kept on chewing. Her eyes opened as she swallowed, and she licked her lips. “That is one good cake.”
“I’m pleased you approve.”
It was the one recipe he had perfected in the last couple of years, so he knew whatever disaster dinner was, he’d make up for it with dessert. It was one of the reasons he loved baking. Providing all the steps were followed, nothing could go wrong, not a single thing.
“I know what everyone else has talked about, but I’m curious, why did you go to college just to quit it?” she asked, wondering if there were more to it than he’d originally told her.#p#分页标题#e#
“It’s simple really. I never wanted to go but I didn’t have the balls to tell my folks. My dad finally figured it out, and asked that I try one semester. I did, and I left.”
“Plumbing and working with your hands is what you want to do?”
“Yes.” He glanced around his home. “Look at this place. I built it with my bare hands, and I’m proud of it. I love creating stuff. Sitting behind a desk all day, some people can create, and I get that. I like to see something as I work. What about you? No college in your life?”
“I wasn’t the most academic student. I got by all right, but I didn’t really excel at anything. To be honest, I’ve always loved books, and being in the library was where I wanted to be. Then they let me go.”