opportunity to see Maddy again today.
No, this has gone on long enough as it is. You need to nip this in the bud before you find yourself addicted and unable to keep away from her.
Too late. Who am I kidding? I’m already addicted to her.
“Are you sure it’s not too late?” I ask.
I know she has that shoot in the morning. I don’t want to keep her up.
“Not at all, I’ll see you in a little bit,” she says.
“See you in a few,” I say and hang up.
I quickly pack up my briefcase for the weekend with all the files I need to work on, then I grab my keys and get in my car. I stop at a store, pick up a bottle of wine, then drive outside of Malibu and pull into Maddy’s driveway in just under twenty minutes without any traffic.
I knock on the door and hear her feet hitting the floor as she quickly walks toward the door. It opens and like a reverse vacuum, the smell of a fresh batch of her famous chocolate chip cookies hits my nose. Shortly after that, my eyes greedily travel over Maddy’s delicious body. She’s wearing a pair of worn shorts that are frayed at the ends and a tank top. Her hair is in a ponytail, but this time, it’s loose at the nape of her neck. Every time I see her, she sends each and every one of my senses into a lustful frenzy.
“Hi,” she says in a breathy whisper, cocking her head to the side as I enjoy the sight of her body.
“Hi,” I reply with a crooked smirk.
“Come in,” she offers, then opens the door all the way.
I walk inside and immediately spot her laptop and the camera sitting on the coffee table. There are two place settings at the counter bar top and the mix of aromas makes my mouth water. Not only for the food, but again for her. She closes the door behind me, and I hand her the bottle of wine. She takes it with a smile, and then heads into the kitchen. I follow behind her and take a seat at one of the high-backed stools at the island. She opens a drawer and removes a wine opener, then with ease, she opens it and places it next to me. She retrieves two wine glasses and sets them next to the bottle. She goes over to the stove and fills two plates, then sets one in front of me and the other next to me. I pour us each a glass of wine, then she walks around and sits next to me.
We sit side by side and eat while I tell her about my day. I’ve never done this before, and I have to say, it feels good to have someone actually want to listen to me talk and tell them all about the day I had. After we’re both done eating, she takes both plates in her hand and stands up.
“I’ll get them,” I tell her and take the plates from her.
“You don’t have to,” she replies.
“I don’t have to, but I want to. You cooked, I’ll clean. It looks like you were working on something; go ahead. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I tell her, jutting my chin out toward the coffee table.
She smiles, then takes her glass of wine and sits on the couch. She opens her laptop and clicks on a few things while I clean up the little mess there is to clean up. It looks like she cleans as she works because really all there is to do is load the two plates and silverware in the dishwasher. I spot the cookies on a platter on the far counter and pop one in my mouth. Maddy eyes me from the couch and smiles a sexy smile at me, instantly making me hard. She picks up her laptop, crosses her legs underneath her ass, then sits back against the couch.
I walk up behind her and see a picture of food on her laptop, then I take her ponytail in my hand and run my hand down her silky, smooth hair. I gently sweep it off her neck and twirl it around my finger. She cocks her head to the side, revealing the sexy dip in her freckled shoulder. It’s then I see a pink orchid tattooed on her upper left shoulder. I lean down and softly place my tongue on the back of her neck and slide the loose strap of her tank top and bra over the edge of her shoulder, exposing that the orchid isn’t the end of her tattoo.
No, this has gone on long enough as it is. You need to nip this in the bud before you find yourself addicted and unable to keep away from her.
Too late. Who am I kidding? I’m already addicted to her.
“Are you sure it’s not too late?” I ask.
I know she has that shoot in the morning. I don’t want to keep her up.
“Not at all, I’ll see you in a little bit,” she says.
“See you in a few,” I say and hang up.
I quickly pack up my briefcase for the weekend with all the files I need to work on, then I grab my keys and get in my car. I stop at a store, pick up a bottle of wine, then drive outside of Malibu and pull into Maddy’s driveway in just under twenty minutes without any traffic.
I knock on the door and hear her feet hitting the floor as she quickly walks toward the door. It opens and like a reverse vacuum, the smell of a fresh batch of her famous chocolate chip cookies hits my nose. Shortly after that, my eyes greedily travel over Maddy’s delicious body. She’s wearing a pair of worn shorts that are frayed at the ends and a tank top. Her hair is in a ponytail, but this time, it’s loose at the nape of her neck. Every time I see her, she sends each and every one of my senses into a lustful frenzy.
“Hi,” she says in a breathy whisper, cocking her head to the side as I enjoy the sight of her body.
“Hi,” I reply with a crooked smirk.
“Come in,” she offers, then opens the door all the way.
I walk inside and immediately spot her laptop and the camera sitting on the coffee table. There are two place settings at the counter bar top and the mix of aromas makes my mouth water. Not only for the food, but again for her. She closes the door behind me, and I hand her the bottle of wine. She takes it with a smile, and then heads into the kitchen. I follow behind her and take a seat at one of the high-backed stools at the island. She opens a drawer and removes a wine opener, then with ease, she opens it and places it next to me. She retrieves two wine glasses and sets them next to the bottle. She goes over to the stove and fills two plates, then sets one in front of me and the other next to me. I pour us each a glass of wine, then she walks around and sits next to me.
We sit side by side and eat while I tell her about my day. I’ve never done this before, and I have to say, it feels good to have someone actually want to listen to me talk and tell them all about the day I had. After we’re both done eating, she takes both plates in her hand and stands up.
“I’ll get them,” I tell her and take the plates from her.
“You don’t have to,” she replies.
“I don’t have to, but I want to. You cooked, I’ll clean. It looks like you were working on something; go ahead. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I tell her, jutting my chin out toward the coffee table.
She smiles, then takes her glass of wine and sits on the couch. She opens her laptop and clicks on a few things while I clean up the little mess there is to clean up. It looks like she cleans as she works because really all there is to do is load the two plates and silverware in the dishwasher. I spot the cookies on a platter on the far counter and pop one in my mouth. Maddy eyes me from the couch and smiles a sexy smile at me, instantly making me hard. She picks up her laptop, crosses her legs underneath her ass, then sits back against the couch.
I walk up behind her and see a picture of food on her laptop, then I take her ponytail in my hand and run my hand down her silky, smooth hair. I gently sweep it off her neck and twirl it around my finger. She cocks her head to the side, revealing the sexy dip in her freckled shoulder. It’s then I see a pink orchid tattooed on her upper left shoulder. I lean down and softly place my tongue on the back of her neck and slide the loose strap of her tank top and bra over the edge of her shoulder, exposing that the orchid isn’t the end of her tattoo.
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