Page 10 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
After all, as a recently separated male, he sought adventure for now—and she didn’t blame him. And as for her, she’d head to France, hug her dear family, and if all went well and she got accepted as a teacher in the nonprofit program…she’d go to Senegal for work.
The car came to a halt, and she blinked, quickly realizing he had just parked it inside his garage. He got out first then opened the door for her. Don’t overthink. Just have fun. You’re entitled to a little adventure or two.
When she walked into the kitchen, she couldn’t help but notice the vases of red flowers on top of the granite countertops and large island. The formal dining room seemed less cold than when she’d last cleaned it; a dark red tablecloth covered the oak table, and plates and glasses of different sizes were set for two people.
“You hired a caterer?” Whoever he hired scrambled to pull off a nice intimate atmosphere at a moment’s notice. She hadn’t seen any evidence of females in his house, ever since his separation.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. “No. I cooked.”
“I didn’t know you could cook.”
He placed the wine on the counter and produced two glasses from the cupboard. “I haven’t in a long time, which is why I have the Thai place on speed dial in case I screw it up or you’re allergic to seafood.”
“I’m not allergic.”
He stopped moving for a moment and shot her a lingering look that seared her insides. “Good.”
Her heart flipped foolishly in her chest. It all made sense now…he was waiting on her and offering her something she usually did. When he served her wine, she bit her lip. This man was trouble, and for the first time since she could remember, she had no witty comeback. Merde. I’m so screwed.
