Page 3 of Taming a Menace
I wanted my words to have a double entendre, but honestly they didn’t. I wanted to make her feel better just as much as I wanted her on all fours on the counter while I explored every one of her holes. There was no use for wishful thinking in this space.
She was nursing a broken heart, and I had a one-way ticket up the river. Tonight, both of us had things we would rather push to the back of our minds for a few hours. Distraction. That’s all I wanted to provide for her. With that in mind, I went back to work whipping up the sauce for the salad. The scallops were almost ready, and the glaze smelled lovely.
Her heels clacking on the floor as she walked further into the kitchen revealed that she’d put on her shoes while I was hypnotized in the depths of her eyes. The heels made her thick legs impossibly long. I wanted them around my neck.
Her ass sat up just right in that dress, making me shake my head for no reason other than having no other words to say. I found it hard to concentrate with my eyes on her, so reluctantly I ripped them away and put them back on the task at hand.
“Do you drink on the job? I need a stiff one,” she mentioned.
Clearing my throat, I forced myself to look at her again. I had something good and stiff for her, but it wasn’t of the alcoholic persuasion. This wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought it would be.
“What do you have? If it’s wine, that’s a no.” I chuckled.
“What about a thirty-year-old scotch?” she questioned.
Whistling, I shook my head. “That’s right down my alley. Am I on candid camera?” I asked, looking around with a growing smile.
I loved aged scotch. I loved scotch anyway, but for a beautiful client to offer me expensive scotch while I plotted on how to get those butter smooth thighs on my shoulders felt like a dream.
“Not at all. I love a good scotch,” she clarified.
“You and me both. I have a couple of bottles that I’ve been waiting to crack. Haven’t had much to celebrate lately,” I commented.
“This was supposed to be an anniversary gift for my ex, along with a scotch tasting that I was thankfully able to cancel.”
“Scotch tasting? I didn’t even know they did stuff like that. I need to look into it.”
“Yeah, they have a couple in the area. He got me into scotch. I used to be a tequila girl,” she said, pouring a generous amount of the scotch into a snifter and pushing it in front of me.
“If you expect me to cook, you probably should give me a lighter pour.”
She giggled, bringing to mind flashes of a time of happiness and peace. Although the sound of her laughter was unfamiliar, it seemed to unlock core memories. My eyes tracked her movements as she swept a stray hair from her face.
Her short hair was cropped close on the sides. The wispy bang fell just above her eyes, making her look sultry and mysterious. I had never been a fan of short hair, but on Iyla it worked. Somehow her short cut made her appear even morefeminine. I’m sure she would have been just as stunning with a bald head. I loved how the short hair put her bone structure on full display. I couldn’t get over just how gorgeous she was.
“Sorry, I promise I’m not trying to get anyone drunk other than myself. I’m not trying to take advantage of you, Key,” she said as she perched on the stool across from where I stood.
“I feel you. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. Drink up. I won’t let you hurt yourself in those sky-high heels.”
“Thank you, but I can handle my liquor,” she assured me.
“That’s what I like to hear.” I smirked.
“Can you say the same?” she quizzed, sliding the second glass over in front of her and adding a splash of the drink before pushing it closer to me.
“We don’t want to find out while I’m cooking. Do we?”
“Not if it means you’re going to ruin dinner.” Her crooked smile weakened my knees.
“I haven’t drank much lately, so I consider myself a lightweight.”
“Noted.” She nodded. “So what’s on the menu?”
“For an appetizer, I’m serving pan seared scallops over a baby spinach salad with a spiced pomegranate glaze.”
“Ooo that’s interesting. I love scallops.” She enthused.
Turning to the stove to top the salad with a couple of scallops straight from the pan, I plated them then returned to the island to put Iyla’s plate in front of her.
