Chapter 10
I got home and changed into sleeping shorts and a tank top. I looked around the kitchen and living room to see if anything needed to be put away before Connor arrived.
Food.
Shit.
What would Connor eat? I lived on sandwiches and fast food when Dad was away. I opened the fridge, shocked to find a fully stocked fridge.
Thank you, Dad.
Connor might want a nice dinner. I slapped my forehead with my hand. I had ten minutes to learn how to cook.
I opened the drawer to find my mom's keepsake box that contained all her famous recipes and tenderly ran my fingers over the top. Her dream was always to teach me how to cook so we could spend dinner time cooking together. I kissed the tip of my fingers and then tapped the top of the box before lifting the lid. I shuffled through the note cards, trying to find the easiest one. I decided on baked chicken and picked up the note card to read closely.
Easy enough.
I opened the fridge again and pulled outthe wrapped plate of chicken. I set it on the counter and proceeded to open the drawers for spices, when I spotted a white Lexus pulling into the driveway. I turned slowly, waiting for the driver to get out of the car. Connor stepped out and I blew out a breath as I watched him walk to the door. He let himself in.
"V?"
"I'm here in the kitchen."
He walked in and looked at me. "Hi."
He took my breath away. "Hi."
He glanced over my shoulder. "Cooking?"
"I'm going to try.”
"I can help. I'm a pretty decent cook."
"Your mom teach you?"
“Yes, and then I took over. She doesn't have to cook anymore ..." Connor suddenly stopped talking, swallowing as if he’d said too much. He had secrets and that was okay. When the time was right, he’d share them all with me.
I hoped.
Connor rolled up his green and blue plaid dress shirt and took off his dark blue tie, hanging it over a chair. "Let me work my magic. You sit and watch me." He lifted me up and set me down on the counter far away from the chicken.
I smiled. "My dad doesn't allow me to be on the counter. He’s kind of a neat freak."
Connor smirked. "Oh, really. Should I punish you after I'm done cooking?"
"Hey, you put me here." I laughed. "Come here before you get dirty. I want a kiss."
"You're on time out until it's time for me to deliver your punishment."
I watched as he pulled out seasoning from the cabinets, then opened the fridge and pulled out bell peppers. ”What if I don't want to wait?”
He set the bell peppers on the counter and opened up the chicken. "Be a good girl and wait, my love."
I stopped protesting, watching every sexy bend, stretch and flex as he cooked.
When he was done, he grabbed my face and captured my lips with sweet, gingerly kisses. So worth the wait. I moaned softly and scooted to the edge, wrapping my legs around him and crossing my ankles.
He pulled away gently and lifted me up, holding my butt as he carried me to the couch. "I used the recipe on the counter," he told me as he set me down. "It sounded good when I read it."
"My mom would be so proud of you,” I said, hanging on to his neck.
"And kill me afterwards for hanging out with her underage daughter,” he teased.
"Yep."
He laughed, then looked up to the ceiling. "I promise to be on my best behavior."
"She would've fallen in love with you."
Connor caressed my cheek with the pad of his thumb and pulled me to him. He leaned back and I fell on top of him. "I want to hold you until dinner is ready."
I hope dinner is never ready, I thought as I buried myself in his chest.
Chapter 11
I moaned as Connor fed me the last bite of chicken.
"I'll clean up. Go relax on the couch."
I finished chewing and arched forward to kiss him on his nose. We both smiled at each other for a couple of beats, then Connor stood and started to clear the table.
"Go relax."
I get up and do as he ordered, falling onto the couch. I closed my eyes and listened to Connor clean. After several minutes, he lifted me off the couch and carried me to my room, setting me down on the bed. He rolled me to the side, hugging me from behind.
"Dinner was amazing. Your mom had a gift."
"It was. Her dream was to own her own restaurant,” I agreed with tears in my eyes.
"I'll cook another one of her recipes soon," he murmured against my neck.
"I have the house for the whole week,” I admitted softly, tilting my head back to get closer to his lips.
Connor's arms stiffened around me. "Does he leave you often?"
“Yes," I said honestly, and instantly regretted telling the truth.
Connor's anger heated his body. I rolled over to face him.