Page 113 of Finding Our Reality

All in all, it was a damn good day.

And now, I get to see My Lulu.

I can tell she’s been somewhere. The position of her SUV has changed in the driveway. I park my truck in the garage and walk through the mudroom. Hanging my hat and keys on a hook, I shake the rain from my hair and toss my wallet on a small table before turning the corner into the kitchen.

Oh, hell yeah.

Melted butter again.

The kitchen table is set for two. There’s some kind of salad, bread, and chicken. And cantaloupe. The washed frying pan is drying next to the sink. Over on the kitchen counter, her work is all spread out—her laptop, her notebooks, her day planner. In the distance, I hear the toilet flush in the hall bathroom, followed by the running water of her washing her hands. The noise of her bare feet padding across the floor gives me a hard-on.

When she rounds the staircase, she literally steals the breath from my body. She’s wearing a white shirt and, courtesy of the bright lights of the kitchen, I can see her black bra underneath. Her short, gray cotton skirt showcases the brown tan of her skin. Her honey and caramel waves are pinned out of her face with a small barrette, and her face is free of makeup.

But the best thing?

Her smile. Wide and beautiful and happy.

“There you are. I was wondering when you would get home. I’m starving.”

I lick my lips. “Me too. But not for food.”

She laughs, holding her stomach. “Well, tough shit. Because I’m hungry for food. I did some pan-fried pretzel-covered chicken. It’s great.”

I stare at her, trying to use my non-existent powers of telekinesis to make her drop her panties.

It’s not working.

She sits down and nods at the seat next to her. Pouting, I grab a seat as she plates my food. She studies me from the corner of her eye. “You can pout all you want, but we’re eating supper.”

I concede with a grunt. As soon as I start eating, I realize how hungry I am. “The chicken is great, Lulu, thank you. Did I have this stuff in the fridge?”

“No. I ran home to get a few things. I really needed to catch up on some work today, so I needed my laptop and paperwork. I stopped at the store on my way back.”

“Did you get a lot of work done?”

“I did. It’s been raining all day, so I set up outside on the porch and worked. It was so peaceful.”

“You could’ve used your office.” I nod down the hall. “That’s what it’s there for.”

She tries not to blush. Really, she does. It’s the cutest thing ever.

“Thanks. But you know I love watching the rain droplets bounce off the pond.”

And I love you, Lulu.

I finish before she does. She’s eating so painstakingly slow. I think she knows what she’s doing; I think she’s teasing me on purpose. Finally, she sits back, declaring. “That was so good.”

I jump up from the table and pull her against me. “It was. Now, let’s go work it off.”

Giggling, she pushes back. “I need to clear the table. I made dessert too.”

“I don’t want dessert. I want you.”

She leans forward, poking my chest with her finger. “I made it. And you’re gonna eat it. Sit.”

Are you kidding me right now?

Flopping back down in my chair, I splay my legs wide in front of me and watch as she clears the table. I should help her. It would be the nice thing to do. But she’s not being nice to me. She knows I need more. More of her.

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