Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“So, we’re good to move forward with the kitchen?”
Now Buttercup started to wriggle in his arms, wanting down. He lowered her to the floor, and she wandered off toward the sitting room.
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“Do you want me to show you anything or would you prefer to be surprised and I’ll leave you alone?”
“Show me,” Dylan said. “Beer or coffee?”
“I’ll have coffee. It is way too early for a beer.” She wrinkled her nose.
This just made him laugh a little harder. “Still not loving the beer.”
“I’m not drinking them. I’m saving them for you.”
“Good girl,” he said.
Robin began to laugh and he loved that sound. Entering his kitchen, he saw the jar of instant, and regretted he hadn’t bought anything better. It was nice coffee, but it was the kind he liked to wake him up in the morning and not for anything else.
The kettle began to whistle and he frowned at how fast it came to a boil. That was strange. The last time he boiled that thing was in the morning. He must have put it on or something.
He poured out two mugs of coffee, added cream and sugar to both, and walked back into the dining room. He found Robin already waiting for him, booklets open, swatches on display. All carefully organized and ready. She was prepared.
“It’s instant,” he said in warning.
“Don’t worry.” She took the coffee from him and placed it on a coaster.
He couldn’t help but watch her. She had leaned over the table, looking at everything, and the shirt she wore gaped just a little, showing off the curve of her breast. It was such a tempting curve. He felt an instant hit straight to his cock.
This was … new. Yes, he had feelings when it came to Robin, but on the sexual side, this was new. So very new. He wasn’t used to this.
“Right, so I have the cupboards, the doors, even the handles, because you have to kind of match everything up.”
For the next hour, Robin showed him all the details for the kitchen, and as she talked, he couldn’t look away. He was enthralled by her, and very fucking aroused. He had no choice but to sit at the table, not move, just enjoy his coffee.
At first, Robin stood, pointing at some of the booklets, and eventually she sat down, using her pen to point.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I think it sounds good,” he said. “It all sounds good.”
Her stomach rumbled. “Sorry, I kind of skipped lunch today. I’m starving. I’ll leave you to it, and we can get back on this tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to leave. I can order or make something for you?”
“But you don’t cook,” Robin said.
“Okay, how about we go into the kitchen and we cook something together, and by this, I mean, I assist you as you go through my whole kitchen and find what you need to make us something?”
This made her laugh. “Fine. I can do that.”
She got to her feet, and his cock wasn’t quite so hard, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and attempt to think of something awful to stop his arousal. He wasn’t a damn teenage boy. He was a forty-five-year-old grumpy, divorced man who didn’t need to have lessons in controlling his body, and yet, that was exactly what he felt like he needed, which wasn’t good.
Robin gathered all the booklets and notes together into one neat pile, grabbed their cups, and was already heading toward his kitchen. Dylan was more than happy to admire the curves of her ass.
“May I?” she asked, looking at his fridge.
“By my guest. You can check everything.”
She opened the fridge, and he knew she was going to struggle to find anything. He hadn’t been to the grocery store in a very long time. He’d been surviving off takeout food. They were quick, easy cleanup, and delicious.
Robin rolled her eyes. “Moldy cheese, not good. Milk that has seen better days. Why didn’t you throw this out? Did you use this in our coffee?”
“No.”
She tutted. “How have you been able to survive this long?”
This did make him smile and he winked at her. She rolled her eyes, closed the fridge, and then moved to the cupboards. He did have a lot of cans of food. A variety of beans, flavored and not.
Dylan watched her, and at first he thought he’d have an issue with her in his space, but he loved seeing her. The curve of her ass, the rise of her chest. It struck him that he would love to see her exploring his kitchen completely naked. His cock was starting to get hard again.
“Aha, I can do this. You have a small little herb and spice collection, which I have to say, mister, is kind of hot.” She winked at him.