Page 72 of Call Me Sir

I shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be my date for tomorrow night.

I need to call my dad right now and cancel dinner. We can keep our relationship strictly business.

Determined to follow through on that, I turn to leave but the door swings open and the man before looks so young and confused and stressed.

He never looked that way before I held his dick in the bathroom.

“Come in,” he says, the calmness of his voice not matching the expression maring his features.

I do as I’m told and close the door behind me lifting my nose automatically to the heavenly aroma in the air.

“What is that?” I find myself asking.

“Spaghetti,” he says simply.

I shake my head and follow him into the kitchen. “This doesn’t smell like regular, homemade spaghetti, this smells like a twenty dollar plate of spaghetti.”

He chuckles and washes his hands before lifting the lid of a pot and stirring the source of the mouth watering dish. Inside is a bubbling red sauce with meatballs that he stirs around.

“Google is a marvelous thing.”

Once he’s done he sets the ladle on a holder and crosses his arms, slightly leaning against the counter to the side of the stove.

“What?” I’m prompted to ask from the look he’s giving me.

He shrugs.

I imitate him and lean against the counter on the other side. “I’m sorry,” I find myself saying.

Why do I continue to apologize to him?

“For what?”

The confession pours from me like warmed honey. “For not telling you who my father is.”

He shrugs again.

“I don’t care who your daddy is.”

The way he bites his bottom lip tells me he’s holding back. This is my cue to prod him for more of his thoughts.

“Tell me.”

The way his body bristles I can’t help but risk a glance at his waist. The black joggers he wears doesn’t give me any information and I chastise myself.

No!

We’re not together here for me to repeat what happened between us before. I’m here to… fuck. I should quit all of this.

In a flash Cole is less than a foot away from me, standing on his tiptoes.

We’re still not eye to eye, but a semblance of space and ignoring the tension is gone.

“What?”

His arms wrap around my neck and he’s pressed his body into mine.

As if we do this all the time, my body works on autopilot and I wrap my arms around him and lean down. I let him press his lips to mine and there’s a surge of relief and desire coursing through my core and limbs.

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