“Yes.”Didn’t everyone?
Carson didn’targue, but did what he was told.“Where are the containers; I’ll put the leftovers away.”
“I can do it.I like certain containers for certain things.”She realized how idiotic it might sound, but she liked things in a particular order, and when setting containers up in her fridge, she liked them to stack properly and fit to optimize the space.The lids were also colored so she knew what was in each container without having to open them and guess what was in each one.
“Allie, it’s okay to let me help.I can follow orders.”He grinned and gave her a wink.
Of course, he could.He’d been a soldier.She was just used to doing things on her own.“Under the cabinet next to the fridge.The red lid container is for the sauce and the blue one is for the spaghetti.”
“You don’t mix them up?”
“No, in case I want to do a different sauce or no sauce, I have choices.”Call her an overthinker, but she liked options.Sometimes butter noodles sounded good, but she couldn’t have that if the sauce was mixed in.
“Alright, whatever the lady wants.”Carson shrugged like it didn’t make a difference to him.
As soon as he had the food in the containers, she took the pans from him to start washing them.
“Where do you want the food?”
Allie appreciated him asking instead of just throwing them in there.She realized how odd she might seem to others, but it was part of her system.It used to drive Sandy insane, but her organizational skills had come in handy many times when Sandy had misplacedsomething or they needed research for projects.However, Sandy had drawn the line at living together again after the dorms.
It was one of the things that had driven previous boyfriends crazy.Her need for order and control.
“Second shelf.”
“Left?Right?Doesn’t matter?”
He wasn’t teasing her, but actually asking.“It doesn’t matter.”
He placed the food on the shelf and came over to her, plastering his chest to her back as his hands coasted down her arms.“I can’t wash the dishes like this,” she protested, though it was half-hearted.
“I can help,” he husked as he took the sprayer from her loose grip, rinsed the saucepan out, and put it on the drying side.He reached for the noodle pot and dumped the water in the sink.
Allie gasped when water splashed on her dress.Oh no, she hoped she didn’t get anything on Sandy’s dress.She looked down, but there were only water spots.Nothing that wouldn’t dry.
“Is that another one of Sandy’s dresses?”
“Yes.”Was it sad that she didn’t have any nice dresses of her own?Everything was business attire, not sexy.
“We better take that off, so you don’t get anything on it.”He retracted his hands from her arms.She missed the loss of his hands on her already, but they weren’t gone for long before she felt his hands glide over her back.
“It doesn’t have a zipper; it just lifts over my head.”
“Hmm,” he purred with his hands coasting down her back, over her butt to the hem of the dress.“Even better.”A cool breeze kissed the back of her thighs as he lifted the hem.Allie felt suspended as he slowly lifted the back of her dress.Liquid heat pooled between her legs.It was so erotic not seeing him, not even feeling him.Just knowing he was back there exposing her back end.
The dress reached the globe of her ass, and she heard Carson hiss out a breath which made her grin.
“Are you not wearing panties?”
“I am.”She wasn’t that bold, especially with someone else’s clothing.
He lifted the dress higher.The soft cotton between her legs had become saturated.She wiggled her hips back and forth, showing off the dark blue thong she was wearing.
“I could come just from looking at you like this.”The rest of the dress was pulled up her back and over her head.Allie went to turn around, but Carson stayed her with a hand on her lower back.“Don’t move.”
“But the dress,” she started to protest.Allie didn’t want him tossing it on the ground and wrinkling it.
“Don’t move,” he instructed again, then she heard his footfalls disappearing before getting louder again a moment later.“It’s hanging on the back of the dining room chair,” he told her.
