Page 51 of A Taste of Chardonnay

Brady took a bite, his eyes widening as he chewed. “This is fantastic.”

“Thank you. And it saves me the time to drive to find good pizza.”

“I don’t think anywhere in an hour's drive from here would have pizza this good.”

“If you like my original pie, you should try my white pie. It’s Sherry’s favorite.”

He took the crust and held it out for Jack. “For scarring you earlier.”

“Have you seen Fanny?” I asked, taking a bite of pizza, then spinning around to search the living room.

“Maybe you scared her off with all the noises you were making.”

“Me?” I exclaimed. “You were making plenty yourself, buddy.”

“I’m sure she’s around somewhere. Probably plotting my demise.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Fanny’s a sweetheart. Sometimes it takes a little time to see beneath the hard exterior, but when you do, you’ll find a kind soul.”

“Are you talking about the cat or yourself?”

“Both.”

A loud meow echoed through the kitchen and we both looked at each other.

“I hear her,” Brady said. “But where the hell is she?”

Jack walked over to the cabinet and started barking. I had opened that cabinet to get the oregano. I didn’t remember closing it.

Brady reached down, pulling the door open, and Fanny jetted out, running like she was being chased by a deadly predator.

“Fanny, I’m so sorry,” I called, but she was already up the stairs.

“You’re a terrible cat sitter.” Brady laughed.

“Excuse me… This is your fault.”

“My fault! How?”

“You distracted me.”

“How exactly did I distract you?” Brady crossed his arms, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“You exist!” I shot back, throwing my hands up. “How am I supposed to focus around all… this?” I gestured at him, and his smirk deepened, only fueling my irritation—and the explosion of heat in my cheeks.

Brady’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin as he stepped around the island toward me, the heat of his presence overwhelming. “Allthis?” he teased, his voice low and infuriatingly confident. His cock standing at attention. “Care to elaborate, Char?”

“Can you go back to your side of the island and eat your pizza?”

“Why? Am I distracting you?”

“No.” I turned my head up. Two could play this game. “Not at all.” I took a bite of pizza and ignored him. Though it was nearly impossible with his dick practically poking my thigh.

He took a bite of his pizza and then another, still standing there. He tossed the crust to Jack, then swept me into his arms. I was still holding my slice of pizza. “What are you doing, you ogre?”

“Finally taking you to bed.”

“I’m not done eating.”

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