Page 26 of Bad Boy Next Door
“Stay out of there.” Her tone stopped me short.
“So that’s where you’re keeping the contraband and gold bars.”
“That’s right.” She turned back to the stove and expertly cracked an egg into the pan, then another.
“How do you do that with one hand?” I strolled back toward the kitchen. My hands were twice as big as hers, and no way could I pull that off.
“Practice,” she said. “I like to cook.”
“Right. You want to work for a chef.”
Adding a fourth egg to the pan, she nodded. “Someday.” She cracked a fifth, then turned to me. “Three eggs enough? There’s plenty of bacon and biscuits too.”
“Three sounds great.”
After adding the fifth egg, she bent over and took a pan of biscuits from the oven. The scent was almost enough to distract me from the sight of her ass.Almost.
I started to drool.
As if I wasn’t already turned on by this woman, she’d fucking made me biscuits! I was rock hard. Hard at the sight of biscuits. What a pervert.
I tucked behind the counter, hoping my dick would calm down as she took a pan of bacon out of the oven and then started to put food on plates.
“Take a seat.” She nodded toward the table and chairs. “I didn’t make coffee, but there’s beer if you want one?”
“Sure. You?”
She nodded, and I opened a couple of beers and set them on the table just as she set down a plate with three eggs, about eight slices of bacon, and three biscuits for me, and one with two eggs, slightly less bacon, and one biscuit for her.
“Sit. Eat.”
I wasn’t going to say no.
She added pepper to her eggs, then handed the grinder to me. Using her fingers, she dug into a tiny ceramic bowl and pinched out a tiny amount of a pink flaky substance, and then rubbed it between her thumb and finger, letting the crushed powder fall onto her eggs.
“Salt?” She passed the tiny dish to me.
“Sure.” I’d never seen salt served that way, but followed her example, the edges of my finger and thumb barely squeezing into the little dish. Once my eggs were salted, I tucked into the food.
I groaned with pleasure. “This is so fucking good.”
She smiled her thanks through a mouthful of food.
I ate several more bites, knowing I looked like a pig but not caring. “Seriously,” I said through an almost chewed mouthful. “You are an amazing cook.”
“It’s just eggs.”
“Perfecteggs.” Somehow she’d managed to get the white part solid without any color on the bottoms and leaving the yolk soft. I chewed another piece of the salty bacon. “Did you cook the bacon in the oven?”
“Yeah. Cooks more evenly that way.” She took a bite. Some of the egg yolk dripped onto her chin, and I nearly choked watching her tongue lap it up. “Plus, less splatter to clean up.”
I loved how she ate with relish, not like most girls. Another huge turn on. Jade couldn’t do anything that wasn’t sexy.
“There’s no jam.” Steam rose as she broke open one of her biscuits. “Want some butter on yours?”
Mouth full, I shook my head.
“I hate store-bought jam,” she said. “Full of preservatives and too much sugar. I usually have homemade, but I had to pick and choose what I brought with me. Jars of jam didn’t make the cut.”
