He sighed. “Oh good. Me too. I’d rather relax at home than always be on the go. Like I am in Seattle.”
“Come on.” She decided to call him on his meek routine. “You have a chef or maid or someone to help with domestic chores. I know you do.”
“You know very little, actually.”
“Wow. You’re actually, physically, looking down your nose at me.”
“If you were taller, you could try.”
“Shut it, bat boy.”
He snickered.
She ignored how much she liked his laughter. “Look, if I had gobs of money, I’d have a personal chef and someone to clean my house. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I’m not. I thought it was crass to talk about money.”
She flushed. “You’re calling me crass?”
“Yep.”
She had to laugh. “Okay. That was crass. And vulgar. And obnoxious. But come on, we’re friends. You can be honest with me.”
“Can I?”
Her heart raced. “Sure. We’re friends,” she said again.
“I’m not at home enough to make a mess, and even when I am, I’m neat. I don’t mind cooking, but I don’t have a lot of time, so I use a personal chef to make sure I’m eating healthy. I draft some of the menus, and he makes the food for me.”
“Wow. I hadn’t realized you were so talented.”
He nodded. “I am. Just ask me.”
“And so humble.”
He narrowed his gaze on her. “I’m not a braggart. I’m honest.”
“About...?” She liked teasing him and propped her chin her palms, her elbows on the kitchen counter while she studied him.
“I’m a good cook. I’ll cook you dinner tonight to prove it.”
“Go on.”
“I’m a great kisser. Admit it. I got you hot.”
She flushed. “You got me a little warm at most.”
“Well, you had me more than fired up. I’m also very good at sex. I’m all about satisfying my partner.”
She had no comeback for that.
His smirk should have annoyed her. “I’m also good for more than one shot at a time.”
She needed something to drink. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“Fine. You can prove it to me tonight after dinner.”
