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“Are you always this polite and helpful?”

“My grandmother would throat punch me if I wasn’t.”

“Oh, were you raised by your grandmother after…after everything happened?”

“Her and my grandfather.”

“That’s amazing. I’m glad you all had somebody.”

We’d made it to the kitchen, and I leaned against the counter and watched her move around slowly.

“Yeah, my family is my world. My brother’s death hit us hard. Soon after, RJ’s mom decided motherhood wasn’t her thing, and that’s how we got custody of him. We bought a house big enough for the five of us, and being together has been very therapeutic for us.”

She stopped what she was doing and stared at me introspectively for a moment. Our eyes were locked, and it felt like she was trying to look into my soul.

“You’re really nothing like I thought.”

“I know, and you shouldn’t make assumptions about people.”

“You made assumptions about me too.”

“I didn’t assume you were mean, beautiful. You’re actually mean as fuck.”

“I’m not, but you’re entitled to your opinion. I was about to invite you to dinner, but since you think I’m mean, you can eat elsewhere.”

“Does elsewhere include between your legs?”

She gasped, and her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally spoke.

“Does your grandmother know you talk like that to women?”

“Nah, and if you snitch on me, I’ll have to punish you.”

Her brows raised. “Punish me? How?”

“If I tell you, you’ll have to let me do it. I promise I won’t hurt you…Well, maybe a little, but you’ll like it.”

She inhaled before swallowing slowly. “Umm, I’m making baked chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, and grilled zucchini.”

“That sounds delicious, but unfortunately, I have to go. Can I take a rain check?”

“Sure.”

I took a few steps and stood in front of her. She craned her neck to look up at me, and I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. Her eyes were so mesmerizing I could get lost in them for hours.

I cupped her chin and lowered my lips to hers, causing her breath to hitch. Her lips were as soft as they were a few hours ago at the flower shop. I took a chance and slipped my tongue between her lips, and she welcomed it.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but my dick stiffening in my pants forced me to end our connection. I was pleased to see she looked as disappointed as I felt.

“Lock your number in,” I requested, giving her my phone.

Again, she didn’t give me a hard time and took my phone without any back talk. After adding her number, she slipped my phone into my sweats.

“Thank you.”

“You’ve already thanked me, but you’re welcome.”

I planted a kiss on her forehead and walked away. If I lingered any longer, I’d never leave. Besides, it was time to go to work.

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