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Her eyebrows lifted. ‘What’s on the menu?’
‘Dry-aged steaks from the estate’s herd. Food miles about four, flavour out of this world.’
‘Sounds amazing. When’s it ready?’
‘It depends how you like your steak. I have mine so blue they’re practically still moo-ing. I’ve also brought steak knives and proper plates. There’s no way I’m eating these off plastic ones. Despite what you think of me, I do have some standards.’
She grinned. ‘I’ll have mine rare then. I’m ready whenever you are, just give me the plates and I’ll set the table.’
He passed her a box containing the crockery. ‘How many do you want?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘How many steaks do you want?’
‘Er, one? Isn’t that the normal amount?’ Rory raised an eyebrow. ‘You may be a mountain, but I’m only a few inches taller than a normal, er, man, so one should do fine thank you very much.’ She walked back to the door, and paused. ‘Although, they are average-sized, aren’t they? They aren’t small?’ she asked, sounding worried.
‘I would confidently say they arewayabove average, and therefore perfectly sized,’ he deadpanned back.
Zoe flushed to the roots of her hair and fled back into the cabin.
A few minutes later, Rory entered carrying a massive wooden board, piled high with steaming steaks. He kicked off his boots and put the board on the table where Zoe was sitting. He bowed deeply. ‘Dinner is served.’
‘Thank you, it smells incredible. Careful of the plates, I’ve been warming them in the Rayburn.’
Rory served her an enormous steak, then went to serve himself two even bigger ones. He looked between the board and the plate, trying to reconcile the amount of meat he intended to consume with the size of the plate that was meant to carry it. Maybe if he stared long enough, a solution would present itself.
‘Oh, for goodness sake!’ Zoe cried.
She pulled her sleeve over her hand to move his hot plate away and pushed the board in front of him. ‘Eat.’
He gave her a relieved smile, then went to the door and put his boots back on.
‘What now?’
‘I forgot something. Eat, don’t wait for me.’
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Rory went back to the end of the porch. He had thought about what Zoe might have missed most about her previous life, apart from her friends, family and a hot bath, so had brought with him a bottle of Prosecco. He carefully poured her a glass, then went back to the door.
He opened it to see Zoe at the table, her head thrown back, groaning with ecstasy as she ate a piece of steak. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen and he stood staring at her, his mouth open and his cock rigid, as the door slammed shut behind him.
Zoe’s eyes snapped open in horror and she started to choke. He moved forward, one arm raised as if to thwack her on the back. She held up her hands in alarm to stop him and he stepped away.
‘You okay?’
She nodded, still coughing, and gestured for a glass of water. Rory gave her the glass he was holding. She gulped at it, then coughed and spluttered even more, looking from the glass to him.
‘It’s Prosecco. I thought you might be missing one of your five a day.’
Zoe’s coughs turned into giggles and hiccups, followed by the most enormous burp that burst out of her. She clamped her hands to her mouth as he started laughing.
‘Shut up!’ she finally managed.
He sat down, still smiling, and tucked in. Zoe looked at the glass in her hand. ‘Don’t you want some?’ she asked.
Rory swallowed before replying. ‘No thanks, I don’t drink.’
