Page 18 of Lulu

She had nothing to say to that, and remained silent the rest of the way to my house. I pulled into my drive and hit the garage door opener so I could park my truck next to my bike. Once it came down again and I turned off my truck we were encased in darkness, the only sounds those of our breathing.

“Are we going to sit here all night?”

A laugh erupted from me at the sound of her soft snark. “I’m thinking about dragging you over here on my lap.” I glanced at Lulu even though I knew that we couldn’t see each other. She caught her breath, and Buttercup picked that time to remind us that she was in the back seat. “Come on. I’m hungry.”

The light came on when I opened my door. I caught Lulu’s eyes just before she turned to exit the truck.

“I’ll get Buttercup,” she said, turning toward the back door.

She helped the dog to the ground and then walked around to my side of the truck. I took time to read her expression, and almost grinned at the slight apprehension reflected in her eyes. She may have been slightly afraid of what I wanted to talk to her about, but she was strong enough, and curious enough, to face me. I liked that about her.

I took her hand, the one not gripping Buttercup’s leash, because once I closed my door we’d be in the dark again. Exactly six steps took us to the kitchen door. The light was already on because it was set on a timer. In fact, all my lights were on a fucking timer because I was gone a

lot. If anyone drove by looking for trouble, I didn’t want them to think that I wasn’t home. I had a high-tech security system in place, and this was just another form of security because I was a paranoid fuck.

In my line of business, I had to be.

“Nice kitchen.”

Lulu’s gaze moved around, taking everything in, from the high-end appliances to the black granite countertops and white lacquer cabinets and down to the dark pine floors. There was a large island in the center with a porcelain farmhouse sink and more cabinetry. Four bar chairs were lined up on one side.

“Thanks.”

“Clean and efficient,” she added before meeting my eyes. “So, um, where do you want Buttercup?”

Buttercup was sitting patiently at her feet, tongue hanging out. I motioned with my head. “I set her up a place over there.”

Lulu walked her over to the dog bed and removed the leash. With the dog settled in her bed, Lulu stood and faced me.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” She crossed her arms, a clear sign for me to keep my distance.

I grinned. “Eat first. Then we talk.” I could tell right away that she didn’t like the way I had just taken over.

“You’re going to make me dinner?”

A snort escaped me. “It’s the least I can do with what I want you to do for me.” Lulu’s eyes narrowed with worry. “Why don’t you take a shower while I cook?”

“It would kind of be a waste if I have to put my dirty clothes back on,” she pointed out.

“Follow me.”

I expected her to follow me, and she did. I wondered what was going through her mind, if it was even close to what I wanted. I led her to my bedroom. As expected, she halted in the doorway while I continued toward my dresser. I pulled out one of my t-shirts and walked back to her.

“Put this on. It should cover everything.” She clutched it against her. “You can use the shower here in my room, or the other one down the hall.”

She released a huff. “Can’t we just talk and get it over with? I spent the night in a crappy bed and it was a busy day at work. I’m really tired.”

I searched her eyes, noticing what I hadn’t acknowledged before--dark shadows beneath her dull eyes, a weariness on her pale face that couldn’t be denied. She was beat on her feet. I guessed that if I fed her and lay her down, she would have been out in minutes. “Get a shower, baby, you’ll feel better. Then we’ll eat and see how you feel.”

Her frown revealed that she wasn’t sure about that. With a deep exhale she walked past me toward my bathroom. That was telling in itself. I grinned and then whistled my way back to the kitchen. Something fast and easy was on the menu for the night. While I made us each a cheesy omelet filled with ham and mushrooms, my mind filled with thoughts of Lulu naked in my shower. I knew what she looked like without clothes. She had a dynamite body, and just thinking about sliding my dick into her velvet heat got me hard again.

Christ. I jerked the frying pan off the burner before I ruined the omelets, then turned the stove off. I put a couple of English muffins in the toaster and then turned toward Buttercup. She was being a good pup. Maybe the meds she was on kept her calm. I grabbed two bowls from the cupboard, filled one with water, another with the food I’d bought her, and placed both of them next to her bed.

A laugh echoed through the kitchen behind me.

“I never thought of you as domestic.”

The softness of Lulu’s tone effected every one of my fucking senses. I took a deep breath and turned to find her standing there looking as hot as I’d expected her to look in my shirt. It covered everything because fuck, she was tiny, but it didn’t camouflage the shape and size of her tits, and left a lot of leg exposed. She’d not only showered but had washed her hair and the long, damp strands hung around her neck and down the rest of her body. I allowed my eyes to drift lower, imaging her soft pussy and how I was going to own it.

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