“I’m going to cook?” she asked.
“Your food is better than anything we can order from a fancy restaurant.”
“Seeing as you’re charming me, I will cook for us both, and you’re going to help.”
He moved toward the trunk of his car, and he opened it. “I’ve already gotten ahead of you, babe. Supplies for us to practice with.”
“I thought I was going home tonight?”
“Not tonight. You’re staying in my bed, and you’re not going to leave it until you’re screaming my name as you come around my dick.”
Chapter Nine
“I have to say I am surprised,” Becca said.
Alexa grabbed out the bottle of wine and turned toward her best friend. The dinner was going great. She and Corey had spent the whole of Saturday preparing the food for William and Becca. The couple had arrived an hour ago, and they would start eating soon. Corey had wanted to wait to start eating.
“What are you so surprised about?” Alexa asked.
“I was worried. When I heard you and Corey were together, I was concerned for you. You’re my best friend, Alexa.”
“You don’t need to be worried. Honestly, I’m happy.”
“I can see that. We’ve not even had dinner and I’ve never seen this side of Corey before.”
Alexa chuckled, opening the wine.
“You’re really happy?” Becca asked, placing a hand on Alexa’s arm, stopping them both from joining the men.
“I’m happy. Please, don’t worry about me.”
“Have you told him about your fantasy?” Becca asked.
Tensing up, Alexa glanced toward the main room, and shook her head.
“You’ve not told him?”
“I’m not ready to divulge something like that. Not yet. Surely there’s stuff you’ve never told William?”
Becca shook her head. “William knows everything about me, Alexa. I don’t keep secrets.”
“That kind of secret isn’t something I want to share right now. I’ve known him a couple of weeks.”
“Then give it time. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to wait.” Becca let her arm go.
Following her friend into the main room, she saw Corey had taken William to the table.
“I’ve got the wine.” Pouring them each a glass, she sat beside Corey and took a sip.
“So, this is the real deal with you two?” Becca asked.
“Yes,” Corey said.
He took her hand, and she offered him a smile. This was all still a little surreal to her. She was dating the ultimate bad boy at the club. There were times when she woke up wrapped in Corey’s arms that she had to pinch herself. She wondered if she would ever get bored with being with him.
There was far more to him than just being a bad boy. He had a history, and a lot of desire within him. She had seen many of his projects as he’d shared his many portfolios with her. One day, he would figure out what he loved more than anything. In the meantime, she was hoping that spending time with her was actually inspiring him. He said it was, and she was more than happy about that.
“No more women?” Becca asked.
“Stop it,” Alexa said, smiling. “You’re not going to break us, or discover something bad is going on. Corey and I, we’re happy, and as strange as it may seem, we have gotten over any issues that you think we might have.” Glancing back toward the kitchen, she excused herself to go and get the main course.
They had settled on a light vegetable soup with some croutons on top. The croutons were already made, and the soup was keeping warm.
“Are you okay?” Corey asked, entering the room.
“Yeah, I’m just serving the soup. You can carry for me.”
Corey moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Something is bothering you?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Actually, I was thinking about you.”
“Me? That’s good. Anything naughty will have to wait until our guests are gone.” He went to cup her pussy, and she slapped his hand away.
“I’m not talking about that. Have you made any progress with what you want to do?” she asked.
“I loved buying estates, but selling them I didn’t enjoy. Art was fun, but competitive.”
“I noticed the other day there were several files on your computer. I clicked on them, and I started reading.” Alexa felt him tense behind her.
She turned around to face him, and he trapped her against the counter.
“I’d forgotten all about them.”
“You’re a writer?”
“No, I’m not a writer. One night years ago, I got bored with arguing for contracts on the phone. I opened my computer up, and just started writing. They’re nothing, Alexa. Just some words on a computer.”