“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Chase said, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
“Me, too.” Mitch added over the paper.
Leah grabbed the leftover pasta, roasted peppers, and chicken. She grabbed some cheese and salad then took it to the counter.
Chase handed her the three lunchboxes.
“I wonder why burglary is on the rise. You don’t think we’re at risk, do you?” Mitch asked.
She placed the peppers into a food processor along with the cheese and olive oil. Chase stood behind her looking over her shoulder. She became aware of him when his breath tickled her neck. Her hair was pulled to one side exposing her other side to his touch.
“No idea, mate. We’re a shared unit, and we have security on the door, which is why this place costs a fortune to rent. What are you doing?” Chase asked.
“I’m making a cheese and roasted pepper sauce to go with the vegetables, pasta, and chicken. It should be good even though I’ve never tasted it.”
He leaned over her to grab a julienned slice of carrot. She watched his hand disappear from view. Her hands refused to press the button. Her nipples had tightened from the small contact.
“Everything you do will be nice,” Mitch said. “Do you think we should get a dog?”
“A dog? We’re not allowed dogs in this building.” Chase argued while he stood behind her.
“So, we could argue about the rise in crime.”
“They’ll increase security.”
“You two need to stop worrying about everything. Now, what films do you want me to pick up tonight?” she asked, pouring the sauce over the bowl of chicken, pasta, and vegetables. “I, unlike some of us, won’t be forgetting my chores this evening.”
“I know I forgot the groceries yesterday. I’ll make it up to you with an extra tub of ice-cream.” Mitch gave her his sorry face, which made her chuckle.
“You forgot the woman’s ice-cream? How do you still walk?” Chase asked.
“I like him walking,” Leah said, winking at Mitch. “His butt looks good when he’s walking to get me some.”
“I can show you my butt anytime, baby.”
She laughed and tossed their lunch. “Shit.” She cursed when some of the sauce landed on her shirt. Leah finished preparing the salad, placing it into the three bowls. She made sure Chase and Mitch got the most servings.
After placing the stuff she used in the sink, she looked down at her shirt. “Crap, this is my last white blouse. I’ve got nothing suitable for work.”
Both men looked down on her red covered breasts. “Why don’t you use mine,” Chase said, disappearing into his room. He came out with a large, white men’s dress shirt.
“It will be too long.”
He shook his head while moving toward her. “Not when I’m done.” She was startled when he began to unbutton her blouse. Leah stared at his hands as they stroked her breasts. She gasped and wanted to curse. He hadn’t intentionally felt her breasts. Her desire for these men would put her into an early grave. First from her erotic dream and now with his gentle touching, she felt like she was going to explode. Her shirt was unbuttoned all the way. Chase threw the shirt at Mitch, who was also staring at her chest.
She wore a white lace bra. If they looked properly they’d see her nipples. Leah went to fold her arms over her chest to cover the evidence of her arousal. Chase stopped her, helping her put his shirt on. He buttoned up the shirt then tucked the edges into her skirt.
Chase bent down in front of her. He looked into her eyes as he eased his hands under her skirt and pulled the shirt further down so that it wasn’t bunched around her.
Leah couldn’t speak. There were no words for the way she was feeling. Her heart hammered inside her chest as he stood up. His scent invaded her senses, and then Mitch was behind her pulling her hair out from the back of the shirt. Chase rolled one sleeve up while Mitch did the other. When they were finished, their touches lingered on her.
Was she imagining their looks?
“There, you look all better.”
She nodded her head, pulling away from their touch. Leah sealed their boxes then cleaned up her mess.
“I think a mixture would be good,” Chase said. He was sat at the counter drinking some coffee.
“A mixture?”
“Get a horror, action, comedy, and your usual chick flick with the lovey dovey ending.”
Chase laughed at the horror on Mitch’s face.
Leah tapped his shoulder, kissing Mitch’s cheek. “You’ll love it. Your lunches are on the counter. I’ll see you tonight.”
She walked out of the apartment and into the fresh air.