Page 46 of Four Letter Feelings

“Oh, they do, do they? You’ve heard of me then? My reputation clearly precedes me…”

“I didn’t put it together until you mentioned that you were a jock. I know a couple of your previous conquests. Though both of them said they woke up the next morning and you were gone. Like magic. Poof!”

She mimicked a plume of smoke with her fingers as Jeremy dumped butter and cream cheese into a bowl and switched on the hand-mixer.

Note to self, invest in a stand mixer after Christmas.

Uh huh, a regular freakin’ Martha Stewart over here while there’s a beautiful woman over there offering herself to you.

“I can’t hear you,” he mouthed over the noise of the mixer.

“I said,” she shouted. “They said you were a great lay but never hung around.” Her gaze flickered once again towards his pants. “Though they didn’t mention you were quite so… hung.”

A laugh erupted from his chest, she was easy to get along with and despite not having known her for even an entire day, he knew more about her than he did many of the guys he had played hockey with for months.

“Just telling it like it is,” she shrugged.

Jeremy blended the cream cheese and butter together before adding vanilla paste, icing sugar and beating it into a smooth cream cheese frosting ready to go on top of the rolls.

“I’m not relationship material,” he told her, as he switched off the mixer and popped the beaters off into the sink full of soapy water.

“You’re not? You’re pretty well house-trained for someone who isn’t relationship material. What does that even mean, anyway? Is there a checklist somewhere? What are you lacking? 'Cause from where I’m sitting… I mean, you cook, you clean and when you set your mind to giving someone an orgasm …” she whistled. “Let me tell ya, Jer. I honestly wasn’t sure you could do it at first. I’m a tricky one, or so they say, anyway. But you … huh. Yeah. Pray tell, what exactly is it that you’re lacking?”

“The ability to commit to one woman, I guess… I dunno.”

“Open relationship?”

“I’ve never seen that work completely. There’s always someone who ends up unhappy, right? Or jealous? And I’m really not sure I could handle being in a relationship with one woman, let alone two women at the same time!”

“You and another dude could share the same woman…” she suggested, as the timer sounded.

He looked at her and realized she wasn’t joking. He grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the oven door open causing a rush of hot air to escape into the kitchen. Taking out the two trays of cinnamon rolls he sat them on trivets on the worktop.

“Dude. You’re so domesticated you even have those… those… do those things even have a name?”

“Trivets,” he answered with a blush. “I like being in the kitchen. Though I don’t normally show my… eh… dates, nor do I tend to cook for them.”

“Awwwwww!” she drawled. “So I’m special!”

“That you most certainly are.”

“Are you poisoning me? Are there drugs in those rolls so you can keep me in a sex dungeon and have your way with me? I mean… I’m totally game… you don’t need to drug me… I’m absolutely down for some sex dungeon kinda fun.”

He chuckled and shook his head; he’d never met someone who was as sexually open and assured as this woman.

“No poison, no drugs. I just felt like baking this morning. I’m giving that batch to my friend’s family before I leave.”

“And a do-gooder, to boot!” she teased.

He lifted the still-hot cinnamon rolls onto a cooling rack. He scooped a heaped dollop of frosting on top of two rolls and handed her one on a plate.

“It’s hot, give it a second.”

“Uh huh. Not happening. You can’t put that in front of me and expect me not to eat it. That’s like putting that,” she paused, gesturing at his crotch, “in front of me and expecting me not to—”

He burst out laughing. “Say eat it. Go on, say eat it. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman with such a high sex drive. Is that really all you think about?” he asked, watching as she picked up the cinnamon roll and touched it with her tongue to test how hot it was.

As she bit into it, she moaned loudly. “Yeah,” she mumbled through a mouthful. “How the hell are you still single?” She swallowed and took another bite, dragging her tongue slowly across her lips to collect the left-behind frosting. “And no, it’s not all I think about. But I think it’s more that you’ve never met a woman who talked so openly about her sex drive before rather than the fact you’ve never met a woman with such a high drive before.”

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