Make sure to make that noise again for me. I thought it was cute.
I straightened, giving him a full view of my outfit from the night before, and ran my hand down my front, plucking at the strings holding my top together. I saw his eyes flash with heat as he watched every move.
I kept going until my hand got to the bottom of my skirt, and I lifted it up slightly. His breathing grew labored as he took a step forward.
I let go and turned away from him, throwing over my shoulder, "You're right. I am famished."
I walked away, and I felt strong vibrations follow me.
You're going to regret that, Temptress.
I highly doubted that.
I followed Brick's instructions and walked down the hallway. I heard humming and the familiar sound of something being stirred in a bowl. I turned right and was faced with two swinging double doors that led into the kitchen.
I couldn't see over it, but I saw a pair of feet dance across the floor, and I knew this was going to be fun.
I pushed one of the doors slightly, peeking in first. I saw Duce with a large bowl in his hand and a whisk in the other, stirring to some beat. He turned his head, and I noticed a pair of wireless earphones in his ears as he was wiggling his hips.
Seeing this model gorgeous man dressed in a white shirt and jeans barefoot with a red and white checkered apron on was doing something to me. Maybe it was because Bricks had already started my engines, but, hot damn, did I want to lick something off this man.
I have always had a healthy sex drive, but, damn, I feel like I am going on overdrive around these men. I see them, and my body just reacts. I have never had that happen before, but to give them credit, they are all so damn hot, even the grumpy ones.
I had an idea that sparked my brain, and I waited for the opportune moment. When he set the bowl down and reached up into the cabinet, his back to the door, I knew my moment had come.
I slipped through the door, padded my way over to him, pointed my two fingers like a gun and shoved it into his side as I made my voice deep and manly. “What you doing, motherfucker?”
I felt him jump in shock, which was what I expected, but he also twisted around, lighting fast. Throwing out his elbow like he was going to take out a demon. My reflexes are quick, and I ducked down just in time. I popped back up and pushed on his chest as he tore the earphones out of his ears.
Before he got a word out, I said, “If that connected, you would be in a world of hurt right now. Just saying.”
His eyes were blown wide as he looked down at me. “Cupcake, if I had connected, I would happily accept death by your hands.” He looked like he really meant the words, and that freaked me out a bit, so I slapped his arm.
“Don't be silly. A hit does not equal death. That's not fair.”
He cupped my face gently, eyes searching to make sure that he really didn't do any damage. “In my world, it is. If it involves you, it is.”
His eyes bore into mine, and those silver-blue orbs, partnered with his words, were making my heart pound. That wasn't fair. He was supposed to be the only affected one, as I laughed my ass off.
I took a step back as I gave a nervous laugh. “Well, no harm, no foul, right?” I looked around the room again, seeing that he had both sausage and bacon out but hadn't started either. “Do you need help?” I didn't wait for him to answer as I quickly got away. “I can help, you know. I love breakfast foods.” Yes. Breakfast. Working with my hands. Keep them busy so I don't rip this man's clothes off. Yes. Good plan.
With my brain on autopilot, I just went to the packages. He had four boxes of bacon and sausage out, which had to be too much. Even with me in the mix, we only needed two tops. I grabbed two sets to put back when I heard Duce. “What you doing with the meat, Cupcake?”
I stopped in my tracks, thought about his words, and giggled. I swear I was no better than a man. I looked over at a grinning Duce, leaning against the counter as he did it every day, and maybe he did. A man who knows how to cook does get, like, twenty points. For what, I don't know, but they get points.
“You got a dirty little mind, Cupcake,” he took a few steps towards me, grabbed the meat out of my hands, and put it back on the counter. “We are going to need all of that.” I looked at all the meat and then turned back to him, about to argue my point when he shook his head. “All of it. We boys like our protein.”
I smiled up at him, “Fancy that, so do I,” and I flicked my eyes down to his pants.
His smile widened as he moved closer, only a breath away, when he stuck his nose in the air and swiftly turned around. “No, not the pancakes!”
I watched as he flipped a couple on a flat griddle he was working on. I sucked my lips in, thinking he was so adorable as he fussed over the pancakes. Talking to them like they were alive.
“I am so sorry, sweetheart. You see, there's just this delectable cupcake in my vicinity, and I kinda lose my head when she is around. I know it's not an excuse, but it’s the truth.” He waited for a beat like the pancake was talking back to him and only he could hear it. “I swear. If you make yourself a yummy golden brown and stay that way, I will be completely faithful to you until all your batter is good and done. Kay?”
He looked up, glared at me like it was my fault, and I lifted my hands with a smirk. “Don't look at me. You tell her right now that it's your little jokes that got you in trouble, not me.”
His lips quirked up, wobbling with laughter before he whispered to the batter, “She is telling the truth. I am hilarious, but you know this already.”
