The ends of her blond hair were wet, the cotton t-shirt soaking the water, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any bra made it more apparent. I shifted in my seat and gave her kimchi with my chopsticks.
“It’s good for you,” I said and asked if she wanted more noodles.
Chelsea shook her head, swallowing her food and flashing an innocent smile. “If this is what you do to every woman you bring home, sign me up.” She was joking, eating kimchi and frowning at its taste before slurping on some more noodles.
“I don’t,” I said, taking a sip of ginger beer.
Chelsea looked up from her bowl and tilted her head in question. Her doe eyes soft.
“I don’t bring women here. Ever.” The only women who had been to my home were my mom and my ex-fiancée.
I thought she’d get defensive or consider herself special—which she should—but instead, her reply surprised me.
“Why not?” She waved her hand around the dining area. “You’ve such a cool penthouse! You should bring women home. Maybe that’s why you’re still single.”
She nodded sympathetically, tapping my hand as if she was some love guru giving advice to her client, aka me.
I stared at her.
What the fuck?
Did she just… accused me of not having a romantic life? Like Cillian, my best friend? Like Caleb, his son, who was engaged to not one but two people?
My jaw tightened, and I finished my food, keeping the utensils in the dishwasher before leaning on the countertop. I was seething. I had bought her time for the night and instead of getting all over me, which most women did, she was giving me relationship advice?
I shook my head, finishing my beer.
I was angry because she was right. I never brought any woman home because having one-night-stands at the club in my VIP room was easier. That way, we knew it was just a hookup and never see each other again. I had never thought about being in a relationship since?—
“Do you have any dessert?” Soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned around to see her finishing her meal.
“Not sure,” I lied. I didn’t have any dessert. I don’t have a sweet tooth. “Let me check.” I opened the fridge and pretended to look around before closing it.
“No dessert.” I remembered her ‘Pound my Cake, Daddy’ tee and asked, “Do you want to eat something sweet? I can order something for you.”
She shook her head, and I leaned closer to wipe the corner of her mouth with my thumb, her eyes glittering. “I… I can make you something if you want?”
I raised my brow as her cheeks flushed when she stood up to clean the bowls and I helped her. “Like what?”
“Anything you want to eat!” she beamed, not knowing the dirty thoughts that were running through my head. How much I wanted to raise the baggy t-shirt she was wearing and taste her tits. Taste the heaven that was between her thighs. “I may not look like it, but I’m a great baker.”
“Hmm,” I crossed my arms and pretended to give it a thought. “Go on. Impress me, Princess.”
Her lids fluttered and breath hitched every time I called her that or praised her and—fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have her writhing underneath me when I praise her for being a good girl for me.
“You can find all the stuff… somewhere,” I said to her, looking at the cabinets.
“You don’t know where you keep all the baking stuff?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing. “Like baking powder, baking sheets, whisk, cocoa powder, vanilla essence?”
“I don’t use the kitchen.” I shrugged. “My housekeeper would know where everything is.”
“Oh.” She blinked. “Well, I’ll see what ingredients you have and make something for you. But you might have to eat it tomorrow since it takes…” she rambled on and I nodded patiently with a small smile playing on my lips.
She was so nervous when I brought her home, as if I was going to eat her, and now, she was demanding me to get her stuff from the top cabinets because she couldn’t reach it even when she tipped on her toes.
Cute.
Chelsea moved around my kitchen as if it was her own, her voice, eyes and body full of determination. I watched her from the island stool where she had ordered me to sit so that ‘I don’t get in her way’—her words, not mine.
