Page 37 of How to Marry the Boss

“Dinner is ready,” I say as I set our food and drinks on the table. “Prepare to be amazed.”

She raises her glass. “To the weekend.”

“To…letting loose.” I clink my glass with hers.

Even though we’d planned this ahead of time, I have other motives for tonight. I need to get her to talk to me. And if I want her to do that, I’m hoping a few glasses of wine will get her to relax. Maybe that will get her to open up about her feelings. Maybe more.

A brief moment passes between us as we both take a sip of the wine. The fruity flavor is just what this dish needs.

“This wine is delicious,” she says with a moan.

“Glad to know my taste tester approves.” I smile.

“Not just approve. This slaps.”

What? “Slaps?”

“I mean it’s good. Excellent. Chef’s kiss.” She gestures with her hand like an Italian chef proclaiming his work is perfection.

“I can’t keep up with slang anymore.”

“How often are you on social media?”

“Not much. It’s not my thing.”

She looks surprised. “Do you at least have Facebook?”

“Yeah, since middle school. And I probably haven’t looked at it in…three years.”

“Wow. Talk about a dinosaur.” She giggles.

“I’m a millennial. I’m not that old.”

“Really? Then why don’t you have a TikTok?”

I shake my head. “That shit looks too complicated.”

“Exactly my point.”

I laugh. “Whatever.”

We dig into our food. I wait to watch her take the first bite of the chicken stir fry with vegetables before I dig into my bowl. Everything from the vegetables, down to the cilantro, is mixed into that dish. Normally, I wouldn’t dress it this much, but I’m looking to impress.

“Oh, my god,” she moans, which makes my cock stretch against my zipper. “This isamazing.It’s almost better than sex.”

“Almost?” I raise a brow. How badly I want to prove her wrong.

Not yet.

She waves me off. “You know what I mean.”

I chuckle. “So I’ve outdone myself.”

“If you cooked every night, I wouldn’t be mad about it.”

The more she eats, the more she moans. And the more she moans, the more I struggle to hold onto my restraint. Especially when my imagination is running wild with thoughts of driving her moans to screams of ecstasy.

“I’ll take that as a five-star review, especially if you’ll react like that every time.” I wink her way.

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