Greg frowned. “But how does it make money?”
“We’ll partner with large brands or restaurants who want to sponsor a recipe. At a larger scale, if say, the peanut industry wants people to buy more peanuts, we can work with them to drive traffic to recipes that use peanuts.”
“Are you going to invest?” I asked Greg and took a bite of my hamburger.
“I’ll have to see some proof of concept first,” he said, “but on first glance, it’s a better idea than the dog-wash app you and Mike tried to pitch as your first business idea, so they have that going for them.”
“I thoughtwe were going to have more leftovers,” Tess said, marveling at the mostly empty platters on the kitchen island after my brothers left. She poured herself another glass of wine.
“There’s still Jell-O,” I reminded her.
She set her glass down and picked up the platter. The girls had gone up to Mike’s apartment because Kiki wanted to show them her new room.
Tess opened the trash can and threw out the rest of the Jell-O molds.
“I’m shocked that as much of that was eaten as was,” she remarked. “Did you eat any of the Jell-O?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, stacking the trays in the sink and turning on the water.
Tess bustled around me, wiping the counter and sipping her drink, the skirt swishing against her legs.
I grabbed her wrist. “Tess,” I said, pulling her close to me.
“You’re my boss, remember?” she said quietly.
“I don’t really care,” I whispered and closed the distance between us. I had drunk enough that afternoon to have decided that kissing and hopefully fucking Tess was a very good idea, probably my best ever.
I ran my thumb over her lips, which were soft. I ran my other hand along the seam of her shirt, skintight against her curves.
She moaned softly as my hand traveled lower then pushed me off.
“You’re drunk,” she said. “I’m drunk. No one is thinking clearly.”
“Wrong,” I said, my hands still on her. “I have a very clear picture of how I want you.”
Tess’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and she looked up at me, eyes wide.
I wanted to kiss her, to tell her how much I needed her, to set her up on the counter, spread her legs, and fuck her.
But instead, I said, “I’m going to Mike’s.”
Tess was lockedin her room when I came back later with my sisters.
The kitchen had been cleaned. I felt bad for leaving Tess with the mess.
You should have just kissed her, I berated.
But should I have?
She liked having me on her.
She pushed you off.
But the noises she had made…
I took a cold shower, worked in my study, then tried to sleep. But I only ended up staring at the ceiling.
“Time for another late-night run,” I decided, pulling on my workout clothes.
