Page 21 of Pillow Talk
She switched off the TV and went to the dining room to sketch a few designs she could present at the meeting with Felicity. But she suddenly saw the room through Sen’s eyes. It was chaos. She knew where everything was and until then had been quite content with the way she worked. But now it looked like clutter.
Without thinking, she carried her fabrics and tools to the second bedroom. The bedroom had been empty before she arranged her sewing machine, sketching table and everything else there. It looked good. She walked back to the dining room.
Wow.
It looked like a dining room, complete with a beautiful table, chairs and even a rug that matched the curtains.
‘I did not do this for a man,’ she said out loud.
Then why did you do it?
She shook her head. Talking to herself was not what she needed right now. She carried her laptop to the living room to reply to social media messages about her veils and check her emails. When she looked up again, it was 9pm.
Noodles and bed. In that order.
She logged off, put her laptop away and was about to enter the kitchen when her doorbell rang. Her stomach dropped. What if it was her dad? Or mother?
It rang again. She had to open it.
‘Sen?’
He grinned and held up a brown paper bag sporting the logo of a Chinese restaurant.
‘I figured you’d be hungry,’ he said.
Shona stepped aside and gestured for him to come in.
He put the bag on the table and took a few strides towards her.
‘But first…’ he said just before his lips met hers.
The kiss took Shona by surprise. When did they start greetingwith a kiss? Or maybe it was leading to some bedroom action. But right on cue, her stomach growled. Sen laughed and stepped away.
He went to the food and was about to sit down when Shona spoke up.
‘We don’t have to eat here.’
‘Right. The kitchen. Lead the way,’ he said as he picked up the paper bag.
Shona walked with him behind her but she didn’t go to the kitchen.
The footsteps behind her stopped as soon as she walked into the dining room.
She looked over her shoulder.
Sen was speechless. She turned and removed the bag of food from his hand.
Sen still hadn’t said anything.
She placed the bag on the table and looked at him.
‘Why?’
‘The truth?’ she asked.
‘Always the truth,’ Sen replied.
‘Come sit down. We can talk about it while we eat. Let me get plates first.’
