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“Let me finish this up and set the table. Then I’ll be all yours,” I said.
“I like the sound of that,” he said, and he sounded… joyous. He kissed my neck and tickled me purposely with his beard. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing and cringe from the sensation.
Ihatedbeing tickled, but somehow, from him, I didn’t mind.
He let me go and went for the bathroom, and I sighed contentedly.
I didn’t have the first clue what we were doing, or where things would go, but I couldn’t help but enjoy myself.
Whatever this was, it wascomfortablein the way I had only dreamed it could be.
It was both exciting and daunting.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Chainsaw…
The hot water felt good, despite how overheated I’d gotten. I’d applied and reapplied sunscreen liberally throughout the day, but I could feel the light sting of an oncoming burn at the back of my neck and across my shoulders, even through the shirt I’d been wearing.
I soaked for a solid five minutes under the water before I even picked up anything to wash with.
By the time I got out, the air conditioning of the house finally felt like it was capable of doing something to cool me down.
I re-dressed, if you could call it that, pulling on my pair of cutoff cargo shorts from the night before. I didn’t fuck with underwear or a shirt. I felt… at home, and when I was at home, I liked to be comfortable.
Shit, if I thought she could handle it, I wouldn’t have even bothered with the shorts. I preferred nudity most of the time.
I went back out and asked if it was cool if I washed some shit. She said, “Of course!” and I headed for the laundry nook to take advantage of her stacked washer and dryer.
By the time I got shit running, she was setting plates down at her little four-seater dining table between the kitchen and living room.
“Nice,” I said, sliding into a seat next to hers where she had her laptop set up. I picked up the papers she had by the computer and raised my eyebrows, letting my eyes drift to the necklace she wore.
“Don’t trust I can handle the job?” I joked lightly, holding up the papers, knowing that she probably ordered the thing before she’d even thought to call me.
“Oh! No… it’s nothing like that at all,” she said, blanching.
I chuckled. “I’m just fucking with you. It’s a good plan, but the best defense is a good offense, so hopefully, you’ll never need it. If you do, use it, because obviously, I’m not there to handle it.”
She nodded and set a steaming plate before me.
“Holy shit, this looks good,” I said, taking up my fork. “What is it?”
“Apricot chicken over rice, so not terribly special,” she said.
“And salad, and broccoli? It’s like you want to keep me.” I put a forkful of food into my mouth andfuck! Hot!
I coughed and my eyes watered as I sucked in air past the scalding food.
Genesis laughed and asked if I was okay, even as she thrust some water at me from her glass.
“Fuck, hot – temperature hot, not spicy hot. Shit!” I coughed.
She grinned and asked, “Something cold to drink?”
“Please,” I replied, and she got up from where she’d just sat down and went to the fridge.
I heard the familiar hiss and pop of a bottle cap, and she returned a moment later with a cold Michelob in her hand. It wasn’t my first choice in beer, but it wasn’t awful either. I sucked some down, and the cold felt good against the burn in my mouth.
