bottle of wine at the table.
“Are you sure you made enough?” I quipped.
“You forget, I have seen how much you eat,” was his somber reply.
I’m sure I would have had a witty comeback, but I had chosen that moment to pop a bite of the roast into my mouth. It was delectable. Seasoned to perfection, melt in your mouth good. I was in heaven. I opened my eyes and noticed Ethan, fork halted half way to his mouth, staring at me.
“What?”
“I was just thinking about what we were doing the last time I saw that look on your face,” he said dreamily.
We spent the rest of our meal bantering back and forth. This was the most relaxed either of us had been in a long time. It was nice laughing and enjoying each other’s company without the interruption of some crazy nut job. Our jovial mood continued while we cleared the table. Ethan loaded the dishwasher, and I wiped down the table. Moving to clean the counter, I noticed a hand written note.
“You dog!” I laughed holding up the note.
Ethan,
I put a roast and veggies in the crockpot for dinner.
Don’t forget to turn it to warm so it doesn’t dry out.
There’s chocolate pie in the fridge for desert.
Love you,
Mom
“Damn, I can’t believe I forgot about the pie.”
I threw the dishrag at him and exclaimed, “I cannot believe you were going to pass your mother’s cooking off as your own!”
“I never actually said I cooked anything.” Pulling me to him, he bent so that his lips hovered just above my own. “But I certainly do know how to heat things up.”
Oh, boy did he ever.
Chapter Eleven
I am totally looking forward to tonight. My pals and I are going over to The Whiskey Crow to see a classic rock cover band called The Gypsies . I have been on house arrest all week. I’m a natural homebody and normally love spending quiet time at home alone, that is when it’s my choice. Having someone dictate to you that you can’t go anywhere, even if it is for my own safety, just doesn’t sit well. The fact that my incarceration took place at Ethan’s apartment did not help matters. Regardless of how many times he told me to make myself at home, I still felt like a guest. He spent his evenings at the club, not returning home until the early morning hours. I did try hanging out there one night and ended up feeling even more out of place than I did at the apartment.
I tried to explain all of this to Ethan when I told him that I was going to the concert. It caused one hell of a fight. He went all alpha male on me and informed me that I was not allowed to go. That flipped my bitch switch and caused me to divulge the news that he was not my daddy. It was downhill from there. A screaming match ensued. I won’t bore you with all of the details, but there was a lot of, it’s not safe , blah…blah…blah , followed by, I’m a grown ass woman, yada…yada…yada . He finally gave up and stormed off into his study, slamming the door behind him.
Ethan finally emerged when it was time for both of us to leave. He gave me a speculative once over that made me self-conscience and pissed me off at the same time. As we rode the elevator in silence, I couldn’t help but scrutinize my appearance in the mirrored walls. I had let my hair air dry, which resulted in a blanket of waves cascading past my shoulders. My make-up was a little bolder than usual, but it was by no means thick. I had donned a pair of old,
“Are you sure you made enough?” I quipped.
“You forget, I have seen how much you eat,” was his somber reply.
I’m sure I would have had a witty comeback, but I had chosen that moment to pop a bite of the roast into my mouth. It was delectable. Seasoned to perfection, melt in your mouth good. I was in heaven. I opened my eyes and noticed Ethan, fork halted half way to his mouth, staring at me.
“What?”
“I was just thinking about what we were doing the last time I saw that look on your face,” he said dreamily.
We spent the rest of our meal bantering back and forth. This was the most relaxed either of us had been in a long time. It was nice laughing and enjoying each other’s company without the interruption of some crazy nut job. Our jovial mood continued while we cleared the table. Ethan loaded the dishwasher, and I wiped down the table. Moving to clean the counter, I noticed a hand written note.
“You dog!” I laughed holding up the note.
Ethan,
I put a roast and veggies in the crockpot for dinner.
Don’t forget to turn it to warm so it doesn’t dry out.
There’s chocolate pie in the fridge for desert.
Love you,
Mom
“Damn, I can’t believe I forgot about the pie.”
I threw the dishrag at him and exclaimed, “I cannot believe you were going to pass your mother’s cooking off as your own!”
“I never actually said I cooked anything.” Pulling me to him, he bent so that his lips hovered just above my own. “But I certainly do know how to heat things up.”
Oh, boy did he ever.
Chapter Eleven
I am totally looking forward to tonight. My pals and I are going over to The Whiskey Crow to see a classic rock cover band called The Gypsies . I have been on house arrest all week. I’m a natural homebody and normally love spending quiet time at home alone, that is when it’s my choice. Having someone dictate to you that you can’t go anywhere, even if it is for my own safety, just doesn’t sit well. The fact that my incarceration took place at Ethan’s apartment did not help matters. Regardless of how many times he told me to make myself at home, I still felt like a guest. He spent his evenings at the club, not returning home until the early morning hours. I did try hanging out there one night and ended up feeling even more out of place than I did at the apartment.
I tried to explain all of this to Ethan when I told him that I was going to the concert. It caused one hell of a fight. He went all alpha male on me and informed me that I was not allowed to go. That flipped my bitch switch and caused me to divulge the news that he was not my daddy. It was downhill from there. A screaming match ensued. I won’t bore you with all of the details, but there was a lot of, it’s not safe , blah…blah…blah , followed by, I’m a grown ass woman, yada…yada…yada . He finally gave up and stormed off into his study, slamming the door behind him.
Ethan finally emerged when it was time for both of us to leave. He gave me a speculative once over that made me self-conscience and pissed me off at the same time. As we rode the elevator in silence, I couldn’t help but scrutinize my appearance in the mirrored walls. I had let my hair air dry, which resulted in a blanket of waves cascading past my shoulders. My make-up was a little bolder than usual, but it was by no means thick. I had donned a pair of old,
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