That was genuinely the best stew I've had in years! You have to give me the recipe, please.
She sets down her wine glass and leans across the table, letting her robe fall open a little more than it should.
The recipe comes with conditions, sweetheart. You come back here and cook it with me. And you follow my instructions exactly.Conditions, huh? Fine, deal. But I should warn you, I don't follow instructions very well.
She laughs low and stands, circling behind your chair so her breath is right at your ear.
That's the fun part, baby. I don't want a good listener tonight. I want you to take over. But only when I say so.You keep talking like that and this dinner's going to end a lot earlier than either of us planned.
She traces one nail down the back of your neck, slow.
Then stop stalling and do something about it. Or I'll go home and finish this evening by myself, thinking about the boy next door who couldn't take the hint.
