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refrigerator and then placed the two cups on the table.

 
    “Have a seat,” she said. She was dressed
business casual, but still looked as hot as ever. Her hair was drawn up into a
tight bun and some simple black earring hung from her ears. She wore minimal
makeup. She was stunning all the time and he once again found himself thinking it
was no wonder Pete had a little crush on her.

 
    Just then, Pete walked in holding two plates
with sandwiches on top.

 
      “Here
you are, Ms. Collins. Is there anything else you need?” He definitely didn’t
sound like a prerecording when he spoke to her and Kurt could tell the poor guy
was fighting not to stare at her breasts. He chuckled and he caught Claire
side-eyeing him.

 
    She smiled brightly up at Pete and said, “How
many times do I have to tell you to just call me Claire, Pete? Ms. Collins is
so stuffy and formal! Anyway, we’re all set. Thank you so much.” Pete smiled
awkwardly and then walked out in a hurry. That was when she turned around on
Kurt and scolded him for laughing at the guy.

 
    “Anyway,” she said at the end of her scolding,
“I took the liberty of assuming you wanted the usual?”

 
    “Oh, you actually remember?” Kurt pulled the
plate toward him and looked at the sandwich hungrily. It looked just as
delicious as he remembered it, if not more. He quickly picked it up and took a
big bite, savoring every familiar flavor. “Even better than I remember,” he
said after swallowing the first mouthful.

 
    “Of course,” Claire said as she picked up her
own sandwich quite gingerly. “I had them source in some higher quality
ingredients, you know.” She grinned and winked before taking a bite of her own
sandwich and making a noise of delight. “I rarely eat these,” she told him
before taking another bite. He assumed it was because she didn’t want to grow
tired of them since she worked for the place.

 
    They got to talking and Kurt found out she
worked from her home office at least one day a week and then went to the
restaurant’s office in the next town over every Thursday. That was where old
Jerry’s son had set up his office because he had also decided to move out of his
hometown. Old Jerry still lived in the same house now that he was retired and
liked to pop in at the deli every now and then to check on things and say hello
to Claire.

 
    “Every Thursday? So that means you’ll be out
there this Thursday,” Kurt said. It was more of him voicing his thoughts out
loud than actually telling Claire.

 
    But she answered anyway. “Right,” she told him.
“But I typically end up getting home earlier on those days than when I’m here
at the deli.”

 
    “Would you mind if I go with you on Thursday?
I’d like to stop by the town while you’re working.”

 
    “No problem!” Claire said with a grin. Kurt
could see a plan forming in her mind as she put her sandwich down. She narrowed
her eyes and looked at him a bit suggestively. “Then I can make you some dinner
when we get back,” she told him in that same subtle, sultry voice that had
driven him crazy the other night.

 
    Kurt gulped down the bite of sandwich he had
been chewing and nodded. He couldn’t help it– when he thought of being over at her
house again his mind immediately recalled what had happened between them the
last time. It wasn’t that he was assuming the same thing would happen again or
even lead to more, but he also couldn’t ignore what had actually gone down
between the two of them the last time she had invited him over.

 
    He remembered the way he had told her he wanted
to taste her food and felt a stir in his pants again. He hastily picked up his
sandwich and took another large bite to try distracting his mind from any more dirty thoughts.

 
    “Sounds good,” he finally told her.

 
     

Chapter
Seven

 
    Thursday came quickly and Kurt had managed to
get in touch with a couple old friends from the town over to meet