Page 75 of Recon Rendezvous

Rordann chuckles. “No problem, please don’t apologize. I am here for you. But we'll start with you both washing your hands.”

London beats me to the sink. She’s watched too many medical dramas because she scrubs up as if she’s heading into surgery. My pretty girl is a perfectionist, but I want her to have fun tonight.

Holding out a towel to her, I take one and dry my hands.

“Look what I’ve got,” I singsong, holding up aprons on my index fingers.

Gesturing to London, she smiles broadly, ducking as I slip the strap over her head, and sneak a few kisses as I reach around to tie it.

I did damn good, the hot pink looks good with her dress and even better against her beautiful skin. The flowing black script across the front reads,Enjoy Tonight’s Special, with an arrow pointing south. Holding mine up, her eyes are alight with mirth as she scans the black apron with red bold letters that reads,Wanna taste my secret sauce?

Rordann laughs as he gets a look at our aprons, and London shakes her head at the picture we paint.

“Is that a no, Ms. Cameron? You don’t want a taste?” I murmur in her ear.

“Maybe a nibble.”

“Oh, I know for a fact you can handle more than a mouthful.” My dick twitches just remembering her mouth spread wide as she deep throated me like the cock slut she pretends not to be.

She looks me up and down with a bite to her lip before sauntering over to the chef who has eggs on the counter and flour measured out to start our pasta.

Her smile and enthusiastic nods as she listens to the chef draw me to her, her excitement palpable. Unable to resist, I approach, wrapping my arms around her waist, burying my nose in her hair, breathing her in, and soaking up every bit of her.

And that’s how our cooking lesson goes. My gaze remains fixed on her, following along to whatever she does because I can’t pull my eyes away. I’m sure the food will turn out just fine, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m too enthralled with the woman in front of me.

Once Chef Rordann has cleared out and we’re seated at the dining table finishing up our early dinner, London’s phone goes off somewhere in the house. Hesitating, she looks at me, gauging my reaction to the interruption.

Shaking her head, she doesn’t meet my eyes, saying, “I could have sworn my phone was on vibrate. I’m sorry.”

What’s this? Does she think I’m upset or that I could ever be upset with her, especially for something as innocuous as her phone ringing? While I like the idea of her considering our time together as sacred, I’d never give her shit about something this trivial.

Taking her free hand in mine, I squeeze it until she looks at me. “There’s no need to apologize, ever. Do I like having you to myself? One thousand percent. That doesn't mean I’m going to get upset when I don’t. Please, go get your phone. I know you’re in demand. Who wouldn’t want even the briefest moment of your time?”

Shaking her head again, she stretches over to give me a quick kiss. “I’ve had this conversation too many times to count and it was never this mature and generous. Thank you.”

Letting her words sink in as she finds her phone, my fists clench thinking about that asshole reprimanding her for anything, let alone her phone ringing during dinner. Returning to her seat, she holds the phone to her ear, brows furrowed as she listens to the voicemail. Her posture straightening grabs my attention as I’m riveted by the play of emotions rapidly flickering across her face as she continues listening. My heart races until she finally puts the phone face down on the table, the smile sheflashes me is almost incandescent as pride radiates from her every pore.

“Remember that interview I had the day we went to the rage room? That was them. They want to offer me the job. You’re looking at their newest Senior Brand Photographer,” she squeals. “I love what this company stands for, I’d take any position to get my foot in the door, but this is more the cherry on the sundae. I did it, Xander. I moved here for a fresh start, and everything is finally falling into place.”

Emotion shines in her wide eyes, and I have to swallow the sudden lump in my throat before I can speak, “Of course you did it, baby. You’re the most capable person I know.”

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her to me for a kiss.

“Congratulations, gorgeous.”

Our lips meet again.

“I can’t wait to hear more about this position and just how close our offices will be to each other.”

Unable to resist, I lean in for another kiss.

“But first, you have to know just how proud I am of you. Like you said, you picked up and moved across the country, and look at you, prospering and shit. I lo—I’m so fucking proud of you and now we have to celebrate.”

“I like the sound of that, Mr. Grant. What did you have in mind?” Her teeth sinking into her lip distract me, but I pull it together.

“I know that look, and yes, that’s coming, but first.” I grab my phone, pulling London into my lap.

Kissing her neck, I whisper, “You ready, baby?”

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