Page 25 of Mr. Delicious
“Hey,” he replied.
I was certain there was a spark of something that flickered in the depths of his silver eyes.
He held up his hands and pointed to his T-shirt.
“Would this pass on Fashion Police?”
Even if he wore a paper bag he’d pass.
“Absolutely.” I nodded.
“Great.”
“Mind if I join you?” I motioned to the empty seat in front of him.
“The seat’s yours.” The truly sexy smile that danced on his lips excited me.
I slid into the seat and adjusted myself so that I was facing him directly. “I didn’t get to speak to you this morning, or give you your Thank You cookies.”
“I don’t mind the wait.” His direct gaze made my nerves scatter.
“I promise to give it to you tomorrow. Along with a batch from a new recipe I made up while I was away.”
“Wow, thanks. What’s the new recipe?” Interest flickered in his eyes.
“Chili chocolate. It’s Mayan inspired. You look like a hot guy.” Oh Lord. I just realized what I said. “I mean you look like a guy who can handle heat.Peppers. You can try them.”
Stop talking Wren. Just stop.
This was what happened when you lived a sheltered life for God knew how long.
Now it was his turn to laugh. “I got what you meant, but it wouldn’t be too terrible a thing if you thought I was hot too.”
“Oh… um yeah, but everyone thinks that, and I’m sure you must know that, too.”
He just looked at me. Amused.
At least it was amused and not like he thought I was an idiot.
“You’re not normally here at this time.” I thought a change of subject was required. Considering the nest of butterflies that were flittering in my stomach, I was surprisingly able to act like I was calm.
“I had an errand to run, and I heard the food’s good at this time.” The remains of Denise’s special chili nachos lay on the plate before him.
“Cool. Glad you enjoy it,” I smiled.
“I do. Keeps me coming back.”
He was here practically every day, so I guessed the food must have been great. He leaned forward, settled his elbows on the table and templed his fingers together in a cool, calm manner. I liked that about him; it showed that he was a man who was sure of himself.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Peachy.” Truthfully? I wasn’t, but I was doing my best.
Mr. Delicious must have guessed that. “Are you over that asshole?” His eyes fixed on me in a way that showed more curiosity than he did last week.
“Ours was a relationship of a different kind. I was over him a while ago.”
That seemed to interest him. “Good.”
