Page 79 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 30
Flynn
Anna was flushed and sweating – not a lot, but enough for me to know that I wasn't the only one feeling the effects. I'd never tell her, but she looked cute as hell with rosy cheeks and the hint of moisture glistening on her upper lip.
We were sitting facing each other across the kitchen table. Somehow, we'd managed to choke down the first two waffles – bite by horrifying bite.
Anna didn't know it, but I had a secret weapon. Growing up, good food was hard to come by. I'd learned from a young age that being picky only meant you starved, so I'd become an expert in choking down whatever and not thinking too much about it.
But the waffles? Yeah, I was thinking all right.
When she'd mentioned curry and chili powder, she hadn't been kidding. She hadn't skimped either, especially when it came to the curry.
Funny to think, I hadn't even known I had all those spices. Now, as we locked eyes across the table, I made a mental note to tell the person who stocked my kitchen that they could cross curry off the shopping list, and chilli powder too, while they were at it.
I mean, I liked spicy foods, but if Anna was gonna get creative, hell ifI'dbe the one supplying her with ammo.
As I watched, she ran a nervous tongue across her upper lip. Something about the gesture went straight to my groin, and I shifted in my seat. The sorry thing was, she didn't even realize what she was doing.
It made me think of Felicity, and not in a good way. Withher, every gesture, every look, every smile – it was all calculated to net a response. But with Anna, there was none of that.
She obviously had no idea how appealing she looked with those full lips and determined eyes – even if theywerewatering like she'd just chopped a mountain of onions.
As far as the lips, I knew exactly why she'd licked them.
Even now, I was resisting the urge to do the same.
I leaned forward and gave her a knowing smile. "Are yousureyou don't want any water?"
Her gaze drifted to the kitchen sink. The truth was, I had a whole case of bottled water in the pantry. But from the look on Anna's face, she was ready to stick to her whole head under the faucet and gulp like a frat boy at a kegger.
If so, that made two of us.
But hell if I was gonna break first.
Finally, Anna shook her head. "No. I'm fine." She smiled. "But ifyou'redying of thirst, go ahead.Iwon't stop you."
As if she could.
I was twice her size and several paces closer to the sink.But that wasn't the point, was it?"Me?" I said. "Nah.I'mfine, too."
Slowly, her gaze drifted to waffle number three – the one with all those jalapenos. We'd skipped the syrup and butter because, well, in my case, that sounded like a good way to barf it up all up, regardless of our good intentions.
Before we'd even started, I'd grabbed a pizza cutter out of the drawer and cut the first two waffles right there on the glass serving dish. I'd cut them in small bite size pieces, figuring that a couple of bites in, Anna would give up the ghost.
But she hadn't.
Now, I picked up the pizza cutter and did the same with waffle number three. When I finished, I flicked my head toward the plate. "Ladies first."
She gave it a quick glance before saying with mock sincerity, "Oh, that'ssopolite. But you're forgetting, I had thelastpiece."
"So?"
"So I wouldn'tdreamof stealing your turn. I mean, what kind of house guest would I be?" She gestured toward the plate. "I hear the center pieces are the best."
I glanced down at the waffle. Forget the taste. The center pieces were the biggest – all square with no rounded edges to cheat the size.
But hell if I'd show weakness now. Forcing a grin, I replied, "You know it." And with that, I speared a center piece and popped it into my mouth.
