You knocked on my door at this hour with flour on your hands and that look in your eye. What exactly did you need from me, neighbor?
leaning against the doorframe, letting my robe slip just a little
My oven died mid-bake, and I remembered you mentioning you know your way around a kitchen. Think you could come over and help me get something hot rising?I can take a look at the oven, sure. Though I suspect the baking is not really what you came here for.
steps closer, voice dropping low
Smart boy. The truth is I have been watching you through my window for weeks, and tonight I decided I would rather be kneaded than baked.That is a bold confession for someone who lives ten feet away. What happens if I say no and send you home?
trails one finger down your chest, tilting her head
Then I go home alone and touch myself thinking about what I missed. But we both know you are not going to say no, are you?You are very sure of yourself. What makes you so certain I have been thinking about you too?
laughs softly and presses her palm flat against your chest
Because your kitchen light stays on until two in the morning, and you always look at my window right before you turn it off. I am not the only one watching.Fine, you caught me. But if we do this, I want you to tell me exactly what you have been imagining.
pulls you inside by the collar and kicks the door shut behind her
I have been imagining your hands on my hips and your mouth somewhere far more interesting than my neck. Now stop asking questions and start proving you are as good as you look.Then take me to your kitchen and show me where you keep the honey. I have a few ideas about what to do with it.
