Page 25 of D.I.E.T. (Did I Eat That?)

“Best part is that I get to watch you eat while wearing my Henley. Didn’t plan that—it’s the beauty of being with Geet.” He stopped to point to the sectional. “Go. Sit. I’ll bring it to you unless you want to eat at the table.”

I looked down at myself in mock embarrassment, fanning out the bottom of the shirt. “I think I’m a little underdressed.”

“And I am so thankful for that.” Sinjin pecked a kiss to my cheek and patted my bottom to get me moving. How in the world did I get lucky enough to have a man like Sinjin want to spend time with me? “Now, scoot,” he said, swatting my backside lightly and I immediately did as asked scooting myself over to the massive sofa to wait for what I was sure was going to be a culinary masterpiece. It smelled like it, anyway.

Sinjin did not disappoint. About twelve minutes after he walked over to me carrying a tray that he set down on my lap. My eyes widened at the mouthwatering sight. “Roasted pork loin with an applesauce glaze, fresh cooked green beans, roasted new potatoes with parsley, a dash of pink Himalayan salt and olive oil used sparingly.”

He had a plate of salad with more of that delicious vinaigrette and a gluten-free yeast roll. To drink, the vodka, lime juice, and mint creation over ice.

“From Trevor?” I asked.

“Cat’s out of the bag now, sunshine. Trevor knows you’re my girl.”

“Am I your girl?” I asked teasingly, yet still yearning to hear him answer.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been my girl since our first lunch at the Golden Dragon. I’ve just been waiting all this time for you to accept it.” He reached over to pop a bite of my potato into his mouth and I licked my lips knowing exactly whathislips were capable of.

After shaking off his mouth porn induced daze, I threw a green bean at his head. “Hey. You’re a lot to take.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I haven’t had any complaints.”

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot.”

Sinjin stood, pushing my tray aside, to kiss me. He bent down running his nose along mine. “But I’m your idiot,” he said in a seriously hot whisper then sat back down as if he didn’t just leave me in drenched panties. “Anyway, Trevor knew I had the hots for you with the picnic foods. When I came back at him for more, causing him to break out the big guns, there was no denying it.”

I threw my head back to laugh at the innocent expression on his face.

“Eat,” he said. “It’s better hot.”

“I haven’t always been so lucky at love,” I said while running my knife through pork so tender, it practically melted as the blade sliced through. Then, it clicking in, my words—I choked on my food as I struggled to backtrack. “Not that we’re in love… It’s just the saying…. I meant in the romance department...”

Sinjin jumped up from his spot on the sofa to pat my back several times until it became apparent I wasn’t about to expire in his great room. Thankfully he let that whole line of conversation go, choosing to walk back into the kitchen to fetch his own tray instead. Still embarrassed, I decided to avoid any further conversation by popping a juicy piece of heaven into my mouth and moaned. Oh yeah, Sinjin couldcook. They might have been Trevor’s recipes, but Sinjin’s hands had cooked them.

“Keep moaning like that and you’re going to end up eating cold food, baby,” he called from the kitchen.

After Sinjin came back to the sofa carrying his tray, he in only his jeans zipped but not snapped, his bare chest on glorious display, and me wearing nothing but his Henley and my panties, we enjoyed a gourmet meal while starting on the first movie in anAvengersmarathon that we planned to keep going while I stayed here.

Dishes in the dishwasher, food put away, at the last of the end credits, Sinjin stood and stretched his hand out to me. “Time for bed,” he said in his sexy, sultry bedroom voice. Oh, I could absolutely get used to this.

Knowing I’d probably follow him wherever he wanted to take me, I placed my hand in his and let him lead me up the stairs. Sinjin stopped to grab my overnight bag on the way. There were two nice-sized bedrooms with a Jack-and-Jill bathroom connecting them to the left side of the hallway. The entire right side of the upstairs belonged to the master suite. The decorating up here followed that of the decorating style and color palette from the downstairs. I liked it, but the space could use a woman’s touch.

There was a master bath bigger than some third-world countries and a master walk-in closet that could pose as a storeroom for Macy’s. The nicest feature, aside from the king-sized bed, had to be the French doors to the back of the room, which opened up to a large balcony. Where his home was situated at the end of the cul-de-sac and with the tall, mature willow trees spaced elegantly around the property, I bet it was a peaceful, serene spot to lounge in the summer.

Sinjin set my bag down and immediately swung me around until we stood face to face, our bodies pressed together. He dropped one hand to rest at the small of my back and with the other, he still held on to mine, wedged between our chests and he started to sway. Who would’ve thought that the best dance of my life would be a dance without music?

His eyes dropped to my lips several times before I took the hint and laid a heavy one on him. He groaned into my mouth, tore his lips away as he dipped me low, brought me to rights again, and whispered, “Dinner was great, but now I want dessert.”

I threw my head back to laugh as he swooped me up into his arms to carry me the five or six steps to his bed, where he put a knee to the mattress and dropped me in the center. The mattress was soft enough that I bounced and before I settled, he pounced.

Whoosh!Panties gone, just that fast. And before I had the sense to think about anything other than Sinjin between my legs, his head descended, stopping short before reaching the promised land. “Well…” He snickered. “That’s, um…interesting.”

“What?” I sort of shrieked in my overly turned-on state. A state he’d brought me to, by the way.

Then he moved his finger to sort of poke around my nether region. “That’s quite the statement, sunshine. What are you calling this, surreal body art?”

And that was when it hit me.Oh crap!No, no, no, no… I scrambled backward at the same time shoving him off me, frantically searching out my panties. “I have to go. Where are my panties? Forget it, you can keep them. We can never see each other again. Either you have to quit bootcamp or I do…” I just kept up the rambling. Though I didn’t make it very far in my escape efforts. Sinjin snagged my ankle, drawing me back toward him, crawling up my body, where he trapped me beneath his strong frame.

“Neither of us is quitting bootcamp, Geet. And it’ll be pretty hard for you not to see me when you’re sleeping in my bed.”

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