then slowly working his way back to my lips. We were interrupted by a phone call he received. He seemed uncomfortable when he read the name of the caller.
“ Do you need to step outside?” I asked.
“ No, I’m about to head home soon so I will give them a call back on the drive home,” he answered.
“ Do you want to talk about anything, Alex? Is something bothering you? You know you can talk to me. After I opened up to you last night, I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s on your mind,” I added.
“ No, baby, everything is fine. Believe me, there is nothing more important to talk about in my life than you,” he said as he held me closer.
“ As long as you’re not an axe murderer,” I replied as we both laughed.
“ As much as I hate to leave, I need to go home, so I can return tomorrow morning. I’ll be here early, so I can start cooking,” he gave me a long kiss and didn’t let go for what seemed like a few good minutes. “I miss you already,” he added and headed for his car.
Chapter 5
Sunday morning I awaked to the sound of my phone. It was Alex letting me know that he was on his way. I jumped out of bed to shower and fix my hair and apply some makeup. I notified the guard at the gate that I would be expecting quite a few guests, so he would just let them through the gates without having to call me. I decided to wear white dressy shorts with a black sequin tank top and wedge sandals. Alex arrived shortly after I was finished getting ready. He was really excited to start cooking. He looked very handsome, as usual, dressed in a white button up dress shirt and dark blue jeans that fit him so perfectly as if they were tailor made. His smile was so bright as usual and his hair so perfectly combed. In his hand were a dozen red roses.
“ For you, beautiful. I thought you should put that vase to use again. It looks a little lonely,” he kissed me as he handed me the roses.
“ Thank you, Alex. I would love to occupy that vase with these beautiful roses,” I said.
“ Now, tell me where I can find an apron, so I can start cooking. I don’t want to look like a slob in front of your family because I will if I don’t put on an apron,” he added.
“ Oh, yeah, I will get you an apron. My mom had bought a few aprons for me as gifts. Do you mind if they’re girly?” I laughed.
“ Uh, no, as long as it keeps the mess off my clothes, it’s good enough. I’ll just make sure to take it off before people arrive,” he chuckled. Alex put on the pink apron and started cooking. I was in charge of the salad and setting the table. I was glad my dining room table was large enough to seat everyone comfortably. I could easily seat ten to twelve people.
I washed and chopped the lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers. Alex said he would make the dressing and I didn’t argue with that. I l oved watching him cook. It came so natural to him, as if he was born to run a kitchen. I wondered if he ever regretted becoming a surgeon, if his parents forced him into the medical field. “Alex, can I ask you something?” I asked.
“ Of course, what’s up?” He asked.
“ Do you ever regret becoming a doctor? I mean, did you feel obligated to go to med school because your parents really wanted you to?” I asked.
“ Well, funny you asked that. I wasn’t obligated to go to med school. I wanted to become a doctor, actually a surgeon. I wanted to help change peoples lives for the better. I also love cooking and have always dreamed of opening my own restaurant, but I do wonder every now and then what it would have been like if I didn’t go to med school and became a famous chef. I’m not sure how my parents would feel about that. They probably wouldn’t be too fond of the idea. I brought up the subject a few times before I went to med school and they laughed at the idea. They thought I was crazy and
“ Do you need to step outside?” I asked.
“ No, I’m about to head home soon so I will give them a call back on the drive home,” he answered.
“ Do you want to talk about anything, Alex? Is something bothering you? You know you can talk to me. After I opened up to you last night, I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s on your mind,” I added.
“ No, baby, everything is fine. Believe me, there is nothing more important to talk about in my life than you,” he said as he held me closer.
“ As long as you’re not an axe murderer,” I replied as we both laughed.
“ As much as I hate to leave, I need to go home, so I can return tomorrow morning. I’ll be here early, so I can start cooking,” he gave me a long kiss and didn’t let go for what seemed like a few good minutes. “I miss you already,” he added and headed for his car.
Chapter 5
Sunday morning I awaked to the sound of my phone. It was Alex letting me know that he was on his way. I jumped out of bed to shower and fix my hair and apply some makeup. I notified the guard at the gate that I would be expecting quite a few guests, so he would just let them through the gates without having to call me. I decided to wear white dressy shorts with a black sequin tank top and wedge sandals. Alex arrived shortly after I was finished getting ready. He was really excited to start cooking. He looked very handsome, as usual, dressed in a white button up dress shirt and dark blue jeans that fit him so perfectly as if they were tailor made. His smile was so bright as usual and his hair so perfectly combed. In his hand were a dozen red roses.
“ For you, beautiful. I thought you should put that vase to use again. It looks a little lonely,” he kissed me as he handed me the roses.
“ Thank you, Alex. I would love to occupy that vase with these beautiful roses,” I said.
“ Now, tell me where I can find an apron, so I can start cooking. I don’t want to look like a slob in front of your family because I will if I don’t put on an apron,” he added.
“ Oh, yeah, I will get you an apron. My mom had bought a few aprons for me as gifts. Do you mind if they’re girly?” I laughed.
“ Uh, no, as long as it keeps the mess off my clothes, it’s good enough. I’ll just make sure to take it off before people arrive,” he chuckled. Alex put on the pink apron and started cooking. I was in charge of the salad and setting the table. I was glad my dining room table was large enough to seat everyone comfortably. I could easily seat ten to twelve people.
I washed and chopped the lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers. Alex said he would make the dressing and I didn’t argue with that. I l oved watching him cook. It came so natural to him, as if he was born to run a kitchen. I wondered if he ever regretted becoming a surgeon, if his parents forced him into the medical field. “Alex, can I ask you something?” I asked.
“ Of course, what’s up?” He asked.
“ Do you ever regret becoming a doctor? I mean, did you feel obligated to go to med school because your parents really wanted you to?” I asked.
“ Well, funny you asked that. I wasn’t obligated to go to med school. I wanted to become a doctor, actually a surgeon. I wanted to help change peoples lives for the better. I also love cooking and have always dreamed of opening my own restaurant, but I do wonder every now and then what it would have been like if I didn’t go to med school and became a famous chef. I’m not sure how my parents would feel about that. They probably wouldn’t be too fond of the idea. I brought up the subject a few times before I went to med school and they laughed at the idea. They thought I was crazy and
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