“You tell me when, and I’m here.”
Something flashes on her face, and I don’t miss the appreciation in her eyes. We stare at each other for a long minute until I can’t take it anymore. I move to her quickly and tilt her chin to me. She parts her lips slightly, and I take the small action as an invitation. Lowering my face to hers, I run my lips across her jawline and stop at the corner of her mouth, pecking her softly.
“I really wanted to give you that kiss last night, but it didn’t seem appropriate.”
“I’m sorry Russell ruined our date.”
“He didn’t ruin it for me. He was unexpected, but he could never ruin it.”
She surprises me by throwing herself at me in a hug. Her body pressed tight against mine sends a direct message to my cock, which grows hard. She gasps when she realizes what’s poking into her hip, moving back quickly.
“Come on. The kitchen survived the disaster. We can eat in there.”
I follow her and adjust myself painfully in my shorts. Robbie may have been onto something when he mentioned blue balls.
When we get to her kitchen, I can now see the elements of Presley I’ve come to know. The refrigerator is covered in artwork and pictures of family. There’s a large stained glass hanging in front of the window, sending a spray of colors on the walls and counters. The room is a reflection of her personality. The flowers I had delivered this morning are sitting on the counter.
She takes the bag from me and unloads the food, making both of us a plate. With her back to me, I can openly appreciate the clothes as I make out her body.
“I’ve gotta say, I have a whole new appreciation for the work-at-home wardrobe.”
She turns to me then looks down at herself. “Eeek! I just got home from kickboxing and wasn’t expecting guests. Be right back.”
She runs from the room then returns in an oversized t-shirt that hangs to her mid-thigh. I curse myself for opening my fat mouth.
“Water or milk?”
“Water,” I answer and wait for her to sit.
She gives a low moan on her first bite, and I still midway to my mouth. The throaty sound vibrates through me.
“This is so good.”
“The best pesto chicken salad in the city,” I confirm.
“I believe it. So much better than the peanut butter and jelly I was planning.”
“You like it that much, I’ll bring it to you whenever you want.”
She gives me a small grin, and her face scrunches as her eyes narrow. “About that, how’d you know where I live? First the flower delivery, now the surprise visit.”
“I followed you home last night.”
“What?” She starts to choke on the bite of food she just took.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You looked upset when you got in your car. After Russell left the table, your whole attitude changed. It was my way of making sure you got home safely.”
“Wow,” she mutters softly. “That’s oddly sweet. A bit stalkerish, but sweet.”
I shrug unapologetically. “Didn’t like the way you looked when you drove away.”
She’s quiet for a few minutes, then she puts down her fork and takes a deep breath. “Russell’s my ex-boyfriend.”
“Figured as much.” I try to sound indifferent, but inside, I’m hoping she gives me more information.
“Things ended amicably but seeing him was a shock.”
“If it makes you feel any better, he was just as shocked to see you with me.”