Page 9 of Working For Her Attention

“Oh, umm… I was making dinner and, umm…” She swallowed, and all I wanted to do was lean down the seven to nine inches that separated us and kiss her.

Would she slap me if I did, or would she kiss me back?

“To thank you,” she said, and I blinked.

“What?” I tried to focus and think about what she might have said, but nothing came to me. My brain was fucking blank with only one thing playing on a loop.

Kiss her. My eyes dipped to her beautiful pouty lips and yearned to know how they would feel against mine. Would she like soft, sweet kisses? Or passionate soul-searing ones you felt all the way down to your toes?

“To thank you,” she repeated. I breathed in, the scent of berries and sugar even stronger this close to her.

“Thank me?” I shook my head and forced myself to step back.

“With dinner,” she explained herself all over again. “I cooked and wanted to see if you’ve eaten or⁠—“

“Not yet.”

“Good.” Her eyes brightened with genuine joy, and I had to lock my knees from buckling under me. “Would you like to come over?”

“To your place?”

“I mean… yeah.” Her smile wobbled a little. “Or I can bring you a plate if you don’t want to eat to⁠—“

“I’ll come over,” I cut her off without letting her finish her sentence. “I just need to shower. I, umm,” Fuck! That was when it hit me. I must smell, and here I was, caging her against my wall like some fucking animal. “Can you give me fifteen?”

“Sure. I can go back home and⁠—“

“No.” My hand reached for her because fuck me, I couldn’t seem to resist touching her when she was close. “Stay.”

“Here?” Her blue eyes widened. “While you, umm…” She swallowed, and I couldn’t help the smirk that painted my face. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer she join me, to help daddy scrub his back, but I had a feeling that would be stepping way too far over the line.

One day, though.

Soon.

Because there was no situation or universe in which she wasn’t mine after today.

This morning sealed our future in more ways than she could even imagine. This whole daddy thing in my head had never been something I’d ever even thought of exploring in the past. But it came out so easily around her.

“How about I pour you a glass of…” She smiles at my hesitation. “Wine,” I guessed, and that grin broadened on her stunning face. “And you can snoop around while I get ready.”

“Snoop around?” A sassy, almost bratty, brow rose. My cock started to come back to life as if I hadn’t just jerked off moments before she knocked on my door.

“Whatever you want. Mi casa es tu casa.” She giggled but didn’t say no.

“Okay. I can wait,” she agreed. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Red or white?” I offered, thankful my annoying sisters had left their wines behind last week after their visit.

“Whatever is sweet.” She shrugged, and I licked my lower lip.

Yeah, Avery is definitely mine.

“This was great.” I patted my stomach and relaxed further at her kitchen table.

And I wasn’t lying.

Avery was a fantastic cook. The chicken breasts were flavorful and juicy, the rice fluffy perfection along with the roasted veggies she’d made. It was easily one of the best homemade meals I’d had in a really long time.