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So instead of going after the girl, I’m content to sit back and watch her through my phone. I’ve had a lifetime of disappointment. I don’t need any more.

Scrolling through her feed, I realize tonight is Foodie Wednesday. Smiling, I shoot her a message.

The.Boricua: You going to give me a heads up on the meal for tonight?

She always posts a list of ingredients days before her cooking segment, but she never tells us what it is. Sometimes it’s obvious, but tonight it’s not. Skirt steak with a list of other ingredients, including tortillas. It could be tacos or some sort of enchilada meal. Then again, it could be a simple wrap. Honestly, there’s no way of knowing.

Aurora.Blake: Nice try, big guy. You have to wait like all the other viewers. You did start the marinade like I said though, right?

She posted with the recipe that we would need to marinade the steak at least two hours before going live if we were following along with her.

The.Boricua: Of course I did. When a pretty girl gives me instructions, I tend to listen.

I smile when I see the three dots appear, then disappear. She does this a lot when I flirt with her. I’d like to think it’s because I’ve made her blush. My dick twitches in my pants at the thought.

Aurora.Blake: So you would do anything I asked you because you think I’m pretty?

I immediately respond.

The.Boricua: Let’s get this straight. You are downright gorgeous, Ror. A fucking living fantasy. That’s not why I’d do what you ask though.

I wait while she considers her words. She’s always so careful. Almost as if she’s scared she will say the wrong thing. I find it endearing most of the time, but sometimes it makes me wonder if it’s proof of what Ezra was saying earlier. Is she considering her words because she cares or because she wants to put her best face forward? Is this all a facade?

I don’t have time to consider it more because she finally sends her reply.

Aurora.Blake: You have me intrigued. Tell me why?

The.Boricua: I would do what you ask because you are a goddess in the flesh. You are beautiful inside and out. I want to please you. Simple as that.

It doesn’t take as long this time for her response.

Aurora.Blake: You have me blushing. Do you really feel that way?

I swallow hard. I shouldn’t admit any more to her, but I want to. So I follow my gut.

The.Boricua: I would never lie to you. Trust me.

Aurora.Blake: For some reason, I do.

I smirk at that. Maybe I do have a chance with the girl.

The.Boricua: Good girl.

The words come easily. I want her to be my good girl. I want to reward her and shower her with all the praise that speaks to her love language.

I want her.

Aurora.Blake: Blushing even harder now. I need to get ready to cook. Talk to you later?

The.Boricua: I’ll be watching and cooking with you. Can’t wait to talk to you again.

I leave it at that as I move into the kitchen to gather the items. I love cooking, but usually I do it alone. None of the guys really enjoy it like I do. That’s why Foodie Wednesdays are so special to me. Even though she’s not here and we aren’t even talking, I feel like I’m cooking with her. It makes it even more special.

Ezra walks in just as I pull up my phone, setting it in the holder next to the stove.

“What are you making?” he asks as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.

I glance over at him. “I’m not sure yet.”

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