Page 37 of Sinners' Appetite
He just shakes his head, squeezing the top of my leg. “I’ll make us something. It’s the least I can do.”
“How are you such a gentleman?” I ask.
“It’s easy when I’m with you.” He stands and makes his way out of my room.
My heart. Oh my god.
I slide my legs over the bed and walk over to my closet to pick something to wear. I choose a loose fitting sundress and a pair of black lace panties for underneath. I run a brush through my hair and head out toward the kitchen.
As soon as I walk into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes wafts past my nose.
Blueberry pancakes, to be exact.
“It smells incredible in here…” I say as I walk up behind a shirtless Malachi. I run my fingers over the tattoo on his back, tracing the lines of the giant rose next to his spine.
“Do you like it?” he asks, referring to the tattoo.
“It’s amazing.”
“A good friend of mine did that one,” he explains. “It took quite a while, but it’s my favorite one.”
“How many do you have?”
“Twelve. Soon to be thirteen.”
“What are you getting next?” I ask curiously, still tracing my fingers along his back.
He reaches into his pocket and grabs his phone, scrolls to a picture and hands it to me. It’s a very detailed sketch of a pure white dove. “It’s going on my thigh.”
“Why a dove?”
“It was my father’s favorite bird. He always enjoyed their peaceful demeanor.”
“It’s beautiful…” I whisper.
He places his phone back into his pocket and turns back toward the stove to flip the pancakes. I watch the veins in his forearms pop as he reaches for a plate in the cupboard and my pussy starts to ache at the sight.
“How many do you want?” he turns to ask.
“I’ll take two.”
He places the pancakes on the plate and passes them to me. I’m used to cooking my own food, so this feels a little strange. Still—he makes the best looking blueberry pancakes I’ve ever seen.
We both sit at the table and eat our breakfast in silence. Once we’re done, he takes my plate along with his and rinses them off in the sink. Not only does he put his shoes away, but he cleans too. I think I hit the jackpot with this one.
“Thank you,” I say, watching him as he pours us both a coffee and returns to the table with them.
“You’re welcome,” he replies. “What do you want to do today?”
“I was thinking… maybe you can take me to the studio?” I ask.
“I probably could.”
“I wanna see what you’ve done to the space so far.”
He nods his head and we finish our coffee before heading out the door. Once we get there, he parks out front of the building and walks around the car to let me out.
“You’re too kind, sir,” I chuckle, following him into the studio.
