With the speed of the car, it takes me less than twenty to arrive at Brynne’s. Small outdoor lights illuminate the gravel driveway as I manoeuvre the muscle car up towards her home.
I wonder if she can see me driving up? Has she been thinking about this dinner just as much as I have?
Even though I can’t see her. I can feel her gaze on me. My skin prickles with awareness, like I’m fully in-tune with her.
I pull up at the front of her house, just like where we parked the cleaning van and I cut the engine before stepping out. I can feel the nerves coiling in my stomach like a pit of snakes and the moment the front door opens, the feeling disappears and in its place, heat burns like a scorching flame.
Brynne might as well just shoot me in the chest because looking at her right now is enough to rip the air out of my lungs.
“You.. didn’t give me a chance to knock.” I say with a harsh swallow. I don’t know where to look first. Black sky-high heels mould to her feet perfectly, adding six inches onto her small height. Then there’s the dress. It’s simple but fuck me, it fits her like a glove. I can see every curve and dip of her body. It hugs her in all the right places. The straps hang off her shoulders to reveal the curve of her breasts along with the slope of her neck.
I’m so fucking hungry for her.
I want to run my tongue over the mounds of her tits, trailing up towards her neck.
I want–
“I know, I heard you before I saw you.” She teases. A small smirk pulls at her red painted lips. The sound of her voice pulls me out of the trance. She chews on the inside of her lip, revealing small glimpses of her pearly teeth.
Gently I close the car door and make my way towards her. The gravel stones crunch underneath my shoes. “I suppose I’ve gotta make a good impression, haven’t I?” I say with a grin, my gaze eating her up.
Even with the heels on she still has to tip her head up to meet my eyes. “I think you’ve already made a good first impression.”
“You think so?” I tuck her hair behind one ear then graze her face with the backs of my fingers. Her skin pebbles beneath my touch, another sensation that I’m not used to. The greens of her eyes shine underneath the light that hangs above her front door. There's a heat burning in those orbs. A fire that’s threatening to burn me alive, and I’d allow it.
Brynne gently places her hand over mine. Her warmth spreads over my skin. “I know so. Why don’t you come in a second while I grab my things?”
She releases my hand and steps aside, allowing me into her home. Instantly I’m met with a rich vanilla smell, like a decadent dessert. It makes my stomach grumble but then I remember what Jay said on the phone.
She kills men and puts their bits in jars.
She threatened to turn me into lasagne.
Brynne’s heels click against the floor as she leads me into the kitchen. There, the smell gets more potent. I watch as she collects her small bag from the kitchen unit, along with her phone and a set of keys.
“Something smells delicious.”
She drops her keys into the bag and then turns to face me. “Thank you, I’ve got a cherry pie in the oven that I need to take out before we leave.”
If she kills men and turns them into food, her face doesn’t show it.
My gaze trails around the kitchen, trying to find anything that would scream‘I make meals out of men’but nothing jumps out at me. Maybe Jay was wrong?
I step over to the small dining table and pull out a chair to sit down. “Do you enjoy baking then?”
“Baking and cooking, actually.” She says whilst slipping on a pair of oven gloves to pull out the bubbling cherry pie. “I neverreally enjoyed it at first but I guess you could say it’s become quite a hobby now.”
Sweet, buttery vanilla crust fills my senses along with a tart cherry zest. It looks delicious as she places the pie onto a cooling rack. The lattice design is a perfect golden brown. It almost makes my mouth water but then my mind conjures up the filling stuffed with chunks of dick and stringy flesh.
Brynne slides the pie into a cake box moments later, then gets to work on quickly cleaning up. She hums to herself as she places a couple of knives and a rolling pin into the dishwasher, all the while something green catches my eye on the top of her laptop. There’s a little note with what looks to be her handwriting.
I keep my eye on her whilst leaning over the table. It’s a complete violation of privacy but I want to know more about her. Jay’s comment has me even more intrigued now.
There’s a name written across the top.
Leroy Jenkins, and underneath must be his address.
Is Leroy her next victim? When does she plan on paying him a little visit, and why do I want to make sure that she’s safe whilst doing so?
