Page 36 of Infatuated as They Come
I was nearly done cooking when I heard the door open. Spoon in hand so I could taste the sauce, I looked over my shoulder to see Sawyer standing there, and it was hard to pull my eyes away from him. I liked his uniform: a blue, short sleeve shirt that he kept unbuttoned with a white T-shirt underneath. I liked his untamed hair. I liked the scent of his woodsy cologne that mixed in with the faintest trace of cigarette smoke. So much better than a suit and tie.
He was looking right at me, eyes never leaving mine and soon, my cheeks started to feel all hot.
“What is it?” I asked quietly.
His head shook as he shut the door. “Nothing. Just… I really missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I smiled, feeling him circle his arms around my waist. “How was your day?”
“Good. I think I’m gonna like it there.”
“Ooh, the sauce!” I quickly turned back around to face the stove, feeling my heart race when Sawyer looped his arms around me again, this time from behind with his head on my shoulder. “Dinner’s almost done.”
“That smells really good. Whatcha making?”
I put on my best French accent. “Agneau à la provençale.”
“Oh, I’ve had that plenty of times.” He pressed his lips to my neck, kissing at me softly. “All I know is that it smells really good.”
“Well, hopefully it tastes good too.”
“I bet it will.” He kissed my neck again. “How was your first day? How’d the meeting go?”
“It was actually really good. The girls are so sweet. Some of them are dancers. Like, professional ones, so hopefully I can learn some stuff from them. I had lunch with a few of them too which was nice.”
“I’m glad you’re making friends, baby. You need any help out here? What do you need me to do?”
My eyes widened. “Nope. You need to rest. You’re probably exhausted.”
“You did stuff today too.”
“All I did was sit in a room and listen to people talk. My brain’s tired, but my body isn’t. Go shower and then we can eat and you can rest.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be back in a second.”
Ten minutes later, the food was ready and Sawyer was back from his shower, just in time for me to let out a little, “Ta da!” before we sat down and ate. We talked about our days and all the things we got up to, and when we finally finished up eating, I remembered my little encounter with Nate.
“I bumped into a guy I know in Dallas,” I said as we did the dishes together. Sawyer washed, I dried. “A friend. I see him around the club every now and then when my parents make me go.”
“Club?” Sawyer asked.
“Centennial Hills Country Club. My dad plays golf there.”
“Oh, right, that place.”
“Yeah. That place. His name’s Nate. We used to go to school together. My old school. The one I forced my parents to drag me out of.”
“And then you started to terrorize me.”
“It was the other way around.” I bumped my hip softly with his. “I never did any terrorizing.”
“You did a lot of yelling.”
“You were always pushing my buttons,” I said, grabbing a freshly washed glass from him. “Anyway, he’s studying at Columbia. He’s an economics major.”
“Fancy.”
“He’s having some issues with his car. I don’t know what kind he has or what the problem is, but he told me to ask you if he could bring it into the shop.” I gave Sawyer a look as he shut the sink off. He gently took the glass and towel from my hand, wiping it down before I could get the chance to.
