“Why lavender?” His eyebrow raised and he was looking at me for an answer.
I smiled. “It’s my favorite color and flower.”
He nodded. “Bet. Are you ready to eat?”
“Always.” I watched as he turned and began platting my food. He didn’t ask me once where anything was, but moved around grabbing what he needed. He only pulled one plate out.
“Why one plate? You’re not eating with me?”
“Ate while I worked. It’s cool, my intention was to feed you anyway.” Within seconds he was standing in front of me, holding the plate and fork out. The way he forked the meal piece by piece into my mouth, I couldn’t even put my finger on what all I had eaten besides the fish, because he fed me and made eye contact each time. It was like sex. It was so intimate, so heated that halfway through being fed, I wanted to say fuck the food.
“What made you want to be a chef?” I asked as we lounged on my sofa hours later.
“I realized it was the only thing I could be in the middle of doing and not be thinking of all the other things I could be doing. When I’m in the kitchen, those ingredients and meals are all that matter.”
I felt my phone vibrate in my lap and glanced down. There was no number I recognized, so I ignored the call and focused on him. “So, cooking is your passion?”
“I guess you could call it that.” He shrugged.
“Then what do you call it?”
“I don’t. I just do what I feel.” His hand massaged up my thigh as he answered.
I nodded. “That’s how I feel when it comes to my boutiques. With the growth and new additions, I always go off what I’m feeling and sometimes the numbers.”
“It’s working well for you though.”
“That’s because for so long it has been my everything. All I’ve ever known was my businesses.”
He tucked his top lip beneath his bottom lip. “Understood. Tunnel vision can be a motherfucker. All that going along to get along can be exhausting.”
“Tell me about it.” I sighed, sitting back on the sofa just thinking about it. Once again, my phone was vibrating but I didn’t move to check it.
“Who keeps calling you?” he asked. It was close to impossible for him not to hear the vibrating against the sofa. It was loud.
“Would you believe me if I told you I don’t know? It’s a number I don’t recognize and I don’t answer those.”
He held his hand out for my phone seconds later, and to my surprise, I handed it to him.
He grabbed both my wrist and the damn phone, pulling my body into his with the phone. By the time he had it, it had stopped ringing.
He dropped it onto his chest and just looked at me. “I don’t know why you had your ass all the way down there anyways.” By now I was sitting in his lap like it was Christmas and I was about to drop a nice ass list.
I laughed. “Because I was not only seated first but I was comfortable.” I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as I spoke.
“Get comfortable on me, Jade. I prefer it that way.” He sat back and his eyes were closed while I maneuvered to where I was straddling him and not sitting across his lap. I just looked at him, feeling his hand at my sides and ass. My phone slid down between us and landed on his lap.
“You’re tired.”
“As fuck,” he responded, never opening his eyes but still caressing my sides.
“Then why not go home and chill? You didn’t have to go out of your way to come feed me.” I didn’t mean that at all, but I said it because it was the right thing to say… right?
“Shidd. You ’ont mean that. You wanted me to be here just as much as I wanted to be here. I’m good.” He then leaned forward and met me with a kiss.
I laughed. “Okay maybe I didn’t, but you can get some sleep in my bed. I won’t bother you.”
He chuckled. “I’m not worried about you bothering me. Just because I’m tired doesn't mean I’m sleepy. I’m up with you to spend som—” His sentence was interrupted when my phone started ringing out of nowhere.
