20
AUDREY
Slider wouldn’t look at me. No matter what I did to distract him, he stared intently at the vegetables he was chopping and refused to give me an ounce of his attention. I didn’t like it one bit. After my little show earlier in the bedroom, I expected him to join me in the shower. Unfortunately, he was good to his word and stayed away from me.
His loss. Well, that’s what I told myself.
Meanwhile, I was busy watching the way his muscles flexed as he slid the knife through the carrots. Who knew chopping could be such a sexy thing? Hell, who knew cooking would be a turn-on?
“Do you always cook?” I asked.
“The guys like me to do it,” he answered, not bothering to look at me.
“And why’s that?”
“Because I’m good at it.”
I snatched a cherry tomato out of the container, ignoring the way he glowered at me. “Did your mom teach you?”
“No,” he replied, barely muttering the answer.
Geez, for a man who just had his cock pressed against me, he sure wasn’t interested in saying more than two words at a time to me.
“Your dad?”
“Nope.”
“Your grandma?”
He sighed and set down the knife, finally looking at me. “What are you doing?”
I quirked an eyebrow at him as I snatched another cherry tomato. “Talking.”
“I can see that, but why are you talking to me?”
“Well, everyone else is busy doing something?—”
“I’mbusy doing something.”
I smirked at the frustration in his voice. “Yes, but you’re cooking. Craig and Alec are outside, and IRIS and Rae are sleeping. That leaves you to entertain me.”
“Go talk to Spencer,” he mumbled.
“Spencer’s doing yoga.”
“And?”
“And I don’t like yoga,” I retorted. “It’s weird. No one should twist their body that way.”
His eyes heated at the mention of twisting bodies and I knew exactly what he was thinking about. Yes, we could be in the bedroom right now twisting our bodies together, but that ship had sailed, according to him.
“Did you talk to him yet?”
“About?”
He rolled his eyes and resumed his chopping. “About the fact that you’re back.”
“I will.”