The way her eyes lit up had his dick twitching in his jeans.
“I can see your answer. I’ll store that away for another day.”
“Do I get to do it to you too?”
“The thing about me, Jocelyn. I’m all about equal bedroom activities.” It was the one place where money didn’t matter in his eyes. “We are in it together and we make sure the other walksaway with pleasure and their needs met. How that happens is between us and is agreed upon. Deal?”
“You've got yourself a deal,” she said, smacking her lips to his.
26
THE FIRST STEP
“Ilike this thing with you cooking,” she said two hours later.
She never thought she’d confess what she and Victor went through to anyone. Maybe it was the fact he’d sent her a text this week, checking in on her. Saying he missed her and thought of her often.
She deleted it without replying like she always did. It seemed odd to her, the timing of it when she was dating Chance. Or could be it was a nice reminder of what the right things to have in a man were.
She never thought she’d be in a relationship with a guy who made her realize it was okay to be herself, and to her, that might be one of the best discoveries.
Did she skirt around Chance asking her if things ended? No. They were over in her eyes. A miscellaneous text meant nothing.
“I told you I knew how.”
He had a pork roast smothered in barbecue sauce in the crockpot that had been cooking before she arrived. He was making potato salad now.
“Are you sure I can’t help you?”
“I’ve got it,” he said. “You cook for me all the time.”
“I do,” she said. “Do you think things are one-sided? Me always coming to you?”
He turned fast enough that he knocked some of the egg he was chopping on the floor. “I go to your place all the time.”
“When I ask,” she said. “Did it ever occur to you I take the first step?”
“No,” he said. “I know it. Or I did. I thought it was getting better.”
“Oohhhh,” she said. “So you like it when a woman does all the work.”
“Don’t confuse me with your ex.”
“Not possible,” she said. “And I wasn’t saying it for that reason. It was more of a joke about how cocky you are. But I get it. You’re not looking for long-term anything.”
“I don’t know what I’m looking for, but it’s not short term.” This time her mouth opened. “Damn, did I get the upper hand this time?”
“You did,” she said. “And I won’t even be one of those women to ask you to explain more.”
“Thanks for that,” he said. “Because I don’t know what answer I could give you.”
She got up and moved closer to him in the kitchen from where she’d been sitting at his table to chat. She put her arms around his waist from behind.
“Think nothing of it,” she said. “I’m not. It’s good enough for me.”
She never wanted to settle in her life, but this time she was going to take it on the chin like a mature adult who had to tell herself there was no planning this out.
Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door when she was setting the table to eat. She’d be leaving shortly after dinner and hated anyone interrupting the little time they had together.
