“What?” She threw a hand over her chest. “My mind is pure, Justin Forge. I am a lady.”
Justin glared at her, challenging her declaration. “A lady who peeps on dudes that use handles like Mister Glaze?”
She bit her lip and looked down at her feet, one hand leaning against the counter. Her eyes peeked up to see a shit-eating grin on his face.
“I hope you can get down with some fry sauce, because it’s about to be all over these bad boys when I serve ‘em up to you in a few minutes.” He walked past her, holding a plate of raw beef patties, and headed toward the sliding glass door that led to the back patio—and the George Foreman grill.
Peep on dudes… She didn’t peep on anyone. It wasn’t her fault those videos kept showing up in her suggested feed. Maybe it was? She didn’t mean to watch, but it was like a train wreck happening in slow motion. How could anyone look away? They were literally doing unspeakable things to the food, and the mixers, and with the frosting bags, and the eggs.
Oh, my gosh, the eggs…
“Give ‘em five minutes on each side and we’ll be ready to chow down.”
She jumped as he stepped inside and closed the sliding glass door behind him. “You scared me!”
“Oh, sugar, if that scared you, just wait ’til I rip my shirt off, then start licking fry sauce off the spatula and?—”
“You did not!” Her hands flew up, covering her face as she peeked through her fingers. She was mortified. She didn’t think he would actually look him up and watch his content.
“I did. And let me tell you, those guys got nothin’ on me.” He winked, tugged a strand of her auburn hair as he passed her, and started prepping the fries.
The animal burgers were freaking delicious, and the dirty fries—don’t even get her started on how amazing those fries were. The conversation while they ate was light hearted and fun. Blythe found herself trying to find a single memory of Max making her laugh. There wasn’t one. They, of course, had some chemistry and a good time; he made her feel like a princess…until he didn’t.
“You made dinner, now I can help clean it up.”
She stood and layered the two plates before rinsing and placing them in the dishwasher, then put everything else away in the fridge. Justin tried to help, but she insisted. He sat as she moved around the space and laid a dry towel over the farmhouse sink as a finishing touch.
When she was done, Justin motioned his head toward the main room, where the couch and television were set up.
“I’ve got a big binder full of DVD’s. Wanna pick one?”
“Hell yeah, I do!” Blythe scurried through the opening and sat on the rug in front of the entertainment center.
Justin pulled out a black, three-ringed monster. It was so full, she thought the zipper should’ve popped off.
“You go ahead and pick something good. I don’t care what it is. I’m going to go fix our dessert.”
She watched him jog past her, back into the kitchen. She couldn’t see what he was doing from the floor because the big sectional couch was sitting behind her, blocking her view.
“Is your shirt still on? Or are you planning to start licking and spanking things?”
“Why don’t you pop your head up and see?”
Everything inside of her was screaming at her to stand up. “You’re teasing me, cowboy…”
“Your loss, sugar.”
Blythe was beaming from where she sat. She’d never been on a date this fun in her entire life. He couldn’t help himself. He was shameless and witty and…Shit.Was he like this with every girl he made dinner for? Did he make dinner for other girls? Any man who flirted like that had to have practice.Damnit.
Justin came around the couch holding a big, black bowl. “Now, don’t think I’m lazy. This popcorn took a lot of effort, okay?”
Blythe peeked into the bowl as he lowered it for her to see. It was covered in white chocolate with M&M’s clustered throughout, sticking to it all.
“Looks amazing!” Her eyes went from the candied popcorn in the bowl straight up to his bent over face. His beard stubble was freshly trimmed, and his hair was falling down over his forehead. He smelled like pine and spice. Probably his deodorant. His button-up was gaping open at the top, and she could see down inside. Her assumptions were correct. He had the perfect amount of chest hair covering two well formed pectoral muscles. She moved her gaze back up to his face and blurted out… “Do you cook for many women?”
Justin grinned and plopped himself down next to her on the rug. “Nope.”
“Why not?”
