She has no idea how much I’d like that. “That’s no bad thing.” I give her a quick kiss. “You’re easy to cook for. I already know what I’m making for breakfast tomorrow.”
Excitement comes into her eyes. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, unless if you’re busy.” She usually spends her weekends shopping or pampering herself in some way. Of course I’m thinking of teenage Rachel. This one could be doing other things.
“I’m not busy. You want me to stay?”
“I want you to stay.”
“Then I’m staying.”
I motion for her to sit and she does, giving me a bright smile. I have stuff I want to ask her. I’m curious about a few things.
I also have a really bad idea on how we can accommodate this little situation of ours.
I make her a pancake and put all the trimmings she loves on top. I do mine and I just add a blob of maple syrup on the side.
“Oh my God, Dante, is that all you’re having, no cream or anything else? Just syrup?”
“The only sweet things I like are you.” I reach for her plate and pull it over to me as a better idea of how we could be sitting forms in my mind.
She smiles then laughs when I reach for her and set her on my lap.
“You like me?”
“I do…” I cut off a portion of her pancake and hold it out for her to eat. She reminds me of a little bird as she lowers to take the food into her mouth.
I can’t help myself when I look at her lips. I keep seeing them around my cock. The memory is almost strong enough to make me carry her back upstairs or take her again on this table like last night.
“You look like you want to ask me something,” she observes.
I nod. “That’s another thing I like about you Rachel. I do have a question or two for you.”
The shyness comes back and she looks away. “What is it?”
“How often do you go to The Dark Odyssey?”
When she doesn’t answer I guess it must be a lot. I stifle a groan. I hate the thought of her with other men. I remember when I saw her with her first boyfriend. She was eighteen and I took one look at her and could tell she’d lost her virginity. I nearly went ape shit but it wasn’t my place to do that. Besides as much as I thought she was too young at the time to be sleeping around, I wouldn’t have lost my temper because that fucker stole her innocence. I would have done it because I was jealous.
“I’m not a slut, Dante.” She gazes at me with that coyness again. “I hope you don’t think so.”
“I would never think that. That club isn’t the kind of place you go to for a dance.”
“No… it’s not. Maybe I have a dark side.”
“Maybe I have one too.” I confess and she looks at me with wide eyes.
“What?”
“Maybe I have a dark side too, but I only show it to certain people.”
“Would you show it to me?” Her eyes probe into me with a spark of sexual excitement.
I decide to be clever and tactful in the way I want to ask my next questions. “I’d need to know what you’ve done first.”
She narrows her eyes at me seeing straight through the shit and gets off my lap.
“Is that your way of asking me how many men I’ve been with and what I did with them?”