Page 65 of With Love

Marshall

“That bed is so comfortable, I didn’t want to get up.” I turn around to see Adrienne walking down the stairs.

“Hey beautiful. You know you don’t have to get up if you don’t want to, right? You’re more than welcome to go back to sleep.”

“Yeah, but you said that you have some other things planned. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“I was just starting to think about dinner. What are you hungry for?” I ask. “We can go out somewhere or order in. Whatever you want.”

“How about we cook something together? We haven’t done that in a little while,” she answers. It’s a perfect idea.

“That sounds wonderful,” I smile at her. “Let’s see what we have here to cook.”

“Oh, I was thinking we would have to go to the grocery store.”

“We might. Travis and I are usually in and out of here during the week. Well, I used to be, but we usually have something here that we can whip up.”

In the cabinet we find some pasta a can of diced tomatoes and some parmesan cheese in the refrigerator.

“Well, we can do spaghetti with tomatoes,” Adrienne says.

“Hmm… there is a market just down the street. Let me run out and grab a few more things. I’ll be right back. Are you going to be okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” she says with a smile. “Plus, Travis is here, so how dangerous could it be anyhow?”

I kiss her on her forehead and tell her that I’ll be right back.

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When I return, I see that she has changed out of her clothes and is in her pajamas. My dick jumps to attention, fast. Cooking with her in that little pair of shorts and tank top isn’t going to be easy.

“Hey, how were things while I was gone?” I ask as I kiss her on the top of her head.

“Fine, I just looked around and got a little nosy,” she says.

“This is your apartment too, feel free to look around anywhere you want. I ended up getting some shrimp and champagne and some other ingredients so we can do a pasta in champagne sauce. I also got a few things to snack on.”

“Mmm, that sounds so good!”

Walking over, she holds her hand out and takes one of the bags from me. She starts unloading everything onto the counter. Filling a pot with water, I set it on the stove so it can heat up. Then, I begin cooking the sauce for the shrimp. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Adrienne walking over to the sink with the basket of strawberries that I bought. She takes them out one-by-one and washes them off under the faucet. When she is all finished, she takes a large one off of the pile and pierces the flesh with her teeth. My already swollen cock threatens to explode. Get it together, Trent. Save that shit for later.

“Mmm, smells good already. Where did you learn to cook?” Adrienne asks as she hoists herself up onto the counter to sit.

“My stepmother, Noelle, went to culinary school and we used to cook together a lot.”

“And your dad? Bill, right? What does he do?”

Shocked at the fact that she just said my dad’s name, when I haven’t told her what it is yet, is amazing.

“What’s wrong?” She asks. “Why are you staring at me? Do I have strawberry on my face or something?”

“You just said my dad’s name,” I say.

“Yeah, it just popped into my head when you said Noelle just now.” She answers swinging her legs back and forth gently, acting like it’s nothing. I let it go. If she isn’t making a big deal about it, then I won’t either.

“My dad is the vice president at an investment firm in the city.” I answer.

“Cool,” she says. “Oh, the water is boiling. I’ll put the noodles in for you.”

“Trent, I need to go out,” Travis says, walking out of the office.

“Is everything okay?” I ask him.

“Yeah, I just need to take a drive. I can’t crack that one thing that we were talking about and I want to clear my head.”

“We’ll be sure to save you a plate!” Adrienne calls out from behind me.

“Thanks,” Travis says with a smile before heading toward the front door.

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