Secret Relations: Women in Hollywood, Book 1 by Sheila M. Goss Page B

I’m here now so I’m going to cook. Whether you like it or not.” Sean removed the items out of the bags and placed them on the counter.
    “Sean, you better be glad I’m not in the mood to argue.” Charlotte frowned.
    “Neither am I. Do you mind getting me a big boiler, a skillet and a long pan?” Sean seemed unmoved by the fact that Charlotte was frustrated.
    Charlotte retrieved the items he requested and made plenty of noise by slamming the cabinet doors as she removed them. She placed the items on top of the stove. “Anything else?” she asked.
    “No. I’ve got it from here,” Sean said.
    Relieved that Sean’s visit wasn’t business-related but now she wondered what could be wrong. Charlotte left Sean in the kitchen alone. She went straight to the bathroom to jazz up her appearance. She removed the scarf from her head and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She brushed the wand from the tube of lip-gloss across her puckered lips. She exchanged her jogging suit for a pair of jeans and a purple Laker’s t-shirt. Satisfied with her appearance, she headed back to the kitchen to see what had Sean frazzled.

Chapter Twenty-Three
    Charlotte re-entered the kitchen. Sean smiled when he looked at her. “You’re so beautiful.”
    “Thanks. You have it smelling so good in here,” Charlotte said, as she admired the dishes he’d prepared.
    “Dinner will be ready in about ten more minutes. Go have a seat and I’ll bring your plate to you.”
    Charlotte left the room as Sean removed the garlic bread out of the stove. He cut it into several slices. He placed some on each one of the plates. He carried the plates to the dining area and sat one in front of Charlotte and the other in the chair across from her.
    “Shrimp fettuccine Alfredo. I hope you like it,” he said.
    “One of my favorite dishes,” Charlotte responded.
    “I’ll be right back. I forgot the wine.” Sean walked back to the kitchen and returned holding a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
    He removed the cork from the bottle and poured each one of them a glass.
    He then took a seat across from Charlotte.
    Sean held his wine glass in the air. “To us.”
    “To us.” Charlotte tapped his glass with hers. She placed the drink on the table, picked up her fork and began eating. “Umm. This is good,” she said.
    “Glad you like it.”
    “I’m impressed. I didn’t know you could cook like this,” Charlotte praised, in between bites.
    “I’ve always loved to cook. I like experimenting and trying new things. If I didn’t make it as a singer, I would have become a chef.”
    They ate dinner with hardly any other words between them. Sean washed down his food with another glass of wine.
    Charlotte stood and grabbed their empty plates.
    “I’ve got this.”
    “My mom always taught me if someone else cooks, you can at least do the dishes,” Charlotte said.
    “Who am I to argue with that? I love to cook, but I do hate doing dishes,” Sean confessed.
    “I’ll wash. You dry,” Charlotte instructed.
    Sean removed the empty wine bottle and wine glasses from the table and followed Charlotte into the kitchen.
    They chatted while Charlotte washed dishes. “Are you ready for Thursday night?” Charlotte asked.
    “I think so.”
    “Do I hear some doubt in your voice?”
    “Promise me you’ll be there,” Sean pleaded.
    “I told you I would be.”
    “I’m going to hold you to it,” Sean promised.
    Charlotte went back to washing dishes. Sean made sure their hands touched when she passed him the last dish.
    He took the dish from her and laid it on the counter before devouring her mouth with his. Sounds of pleasure could be heard throughout the kitchen Sean took one of his hands and stopped her from unbuckling his pants. He pulled away. “Before we go any further, we need to talk.”
    Charlotte seemed to be in a daze. “I thought this is what you wanted.”
    “I want more than just sex from you. I want a commitment. I want to know that