Page 65 of Mr. Flirt

“Something smells amazing.” She walked inside and slid off her coat to reveal the sexiest suit known to man.

The light pink tweed skirt and jacket hugged all of her curves, and she’d swept her hair back.

I hung her coat in the closet and caught my breath. She smelled intoxicating.

“Meatloaf. The meatloaf smells amazing.”

She chuckled. “You’re kidding. I haven’t had meatloaf since my grandma made it.”

“Seriously?”

Lucy nodded and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. “It smells more delicious than I remember.”

I moved past her toward the oven and opened the oven door.

She strained her eyes and chuckled. “You even put the ketchup on top. Wait a second. Is that a heart?”

I closed the oven door.

“You’re telling me that Mr. Flirt squirted the shape of a heart onto his meatloaf? Rather apropos, I suppose. The potatoes look incredible too.”

“Tonight’s theme is garlic, and since when have I been Mr. Flirt?”

“The moment I met you, and why garlic?”

I nodded, slapping a kitchen towel over my shoulder. “I realized after Sunday that I need to set some boundaries.”

Surprise washed over her. “Mr. Flirt needs to set some boundaries?”

Why does she think I was born emotionless?

I nodded. “Yeah. I need questions answered. And garlic tonight would be a clear divider while we talk shop.”

She twirled her finger in her dark hair. “How so?”

“I don’t know if you’re really serious about this whole deal.”

She was quiet for a second or two as I poured her a glass of wine, and she took a sip.

“You mean showing me the ropes?”

I nodded. “I don’t believe you need me to show you anything. Saturday night was incredible. It was the best night of my life, and we didn’t even fully sleep together.”

She raised her glass. “We came pretty close.”

I laughed softly, remembering fondly. “Yeah, we did.”

“Fine. I’ll tell you this. I freeze. I choke under pressure. I clam up. I close my legs. I tense. Physically, my body becomes rigid, and I am scared spitless of the deed. I just need someone to show me how to relax and let things flow naturally.”

“Lucy, I’m not sure if we’re talking about the same person because you were completely relaxed and limber and full of—”

“Because I was withyou,” she cut me off. “I don’t know what it is about you, but all I have to do is look in your direction, and I feel safe and comfortable. I need that before I go trying things with strangers.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t try those things with strangers,” I suggested.

“Have you ever had a one-night stand?” she asked abruptly.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

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