gaze wander around the kitchen. A crock-pot sat on the counter, and she wondered if he had prepared a roast. That was what it smelled like.
She didn’t have to wait long. Greg walked over and placed a plate in front of her with several slices of beef roast, seasoned potato wedges, and green beans. He then set a basket of rolls on the table.
“This looks and smells amazing. You did this for me?” she asked.
Greg took his seat. “Of course. You need your strength. And you’ve given me so much that I wanted to thank you with a proper meal. Not another sandwich.”
“You made good sandwiches.”
“Thank you. Now eat up, and then we’ll talk a little. I have something I want to discuss with you.”
Being quiet while she ate wasn’t hard. The food satisfied her to the fullest, and she savored every bite. The meat was so tender and juicy. The potatoes had some seasoning on them that gave them a light spicy kick. And the green beans she could tell had been cooked with the meat. As she bit into one, juice ran down her chin. If she wasn’t with company, she most likely would have attempted to lick it off, but she opted for using the napkin instead.
Megan finished her whole plate and two rolls. She was shocked by how hungry she was. Greg told her to meet him in the living room and said he would be there in a moment. She picked up her plate to take it to the sink, but he told her to leave it, so she did. She made her way to the living room and sat on the couch, remembering that the last time she’d been there, they’d made love on it.
Greg didn’t keep her waiting. He brought her drink from the kitchen and handed it to her before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa.
“First, I want you to be honest and open. Can you do that for me?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you getting everything you need from this relationship?”
“I am.”
“Because now is the time to tell me if you aren’t satisfied with anything. Have you enjoyed everything we’ve done?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated.
“I can tell by that look there is something. Please tell me.”
Taking a deep breath, she said, “I didn’t like the nipple clamps. It brought me pleasure at the time, but I wasn’t crazy about the aftereffect. They were sore for days.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
It actually felt nice to express that. It had been so long since she’d told someone what she didn’t like without them getting upset.
“I’m really enjoying my time with you. Are you okay with the more ‘normal’ times we’ve had together?”
She assumed he was referring to their dinners, or the day they’d watched a movie. She loved those times. It made this feel like a relationship. And while she didn’t think she was ready for one, being with Greg made her want one. “I very much enjoy that time with you.”
“Good. That makes me happy, because I want to see you more often. I know we agreed on Tuesdays and then Friday and Saturdays, but can we add another day, or possibly have you stay the whole weekend?”
Megan bit her bottom lip. He wanted to spend more time with her, which was great, but was it safe for her feelings? Now was the time to tell him the truth, that she was developing feelings for him, but she just wasn’t sure she could form the words.
“To be honest, I would really like to have you here all weekend. Is that something you think you could do?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she quietly said. “I have a cat, and I can’t leave her that long.”
She could see the disappointment on his face. She was about to speak and tell him she would see if her neighbor could look in on the kitty, but he spoke first. “Well, why don’t you think about a day then, if you want, and let me know on Friday.” He stood and held his hand out to her. “It’s getting late, and I don’t want to keep you.”
Taking his hand, she followed him to the front door. It was as though there was some stupid lump
She didn’t have to wait long. Greg walked over and placed a plate in front of her with several slices of beef roast, seasoned potato wedges, and green beans. He then set a basket of rolls on the table.
“This looks and smells amazing. You did this for me?” she asked.
Greg took his seat. “Of course. You need your strength. And you’ve given me so much that I wanted to thank you with a proper meal. Not another sandwich.”
“You made good sandwiches.”
“Thank you. Now eat up, and then we’ll talk a little. I have something I want to discuss with you.”
Being quiet while she ate wasn’t hard. The food satisfied her to the fullest, and she savored every bite. The meat was so tender and juicy. The potatoes had some seasoning on them that gave them a light spicy kick. And the green beans she could tell had been cooked with the meat. As she bit into one, juice ran down her chin. If she wasn’t with company, she most likely would have attempted to lick it off, but she opted for using the napkin instead.
Megan finished her whole plate and two rolls. She was shocked by how hungry she was. Greg told her to meet him in the living room and said he would be there in a moment. She picked up her plate to take it to the sink, but he told her to leave it, so she did. She made her way to the living room and sat on the couch, remembering that the last time she’d been there, they’d made love on it.
Greg didn’t keep her waiting. He brought her drink from the kitchen and handed it to her before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa.
“First, I want you to be honest and open. Can you do that for me?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you getting everything you need from this relationship?”
“I am.”
“Because now is the time to tell me if you aren’t satisfied with anything. Have you enjoyed everything we’ve done?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated.
“I can tell by that look there is something. Please tell me.”
Taking a deep breath, she said, “I didn’t like the nipple clamps. It brought me pleasure at the time, but I wasn’t crazy about the aftereffect. They were sore for days.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
It actually felt nice to express that. It had been so long since she’d told someone what she didn’t like without them getting upset.
“I’m really enjoying my time with you. Are you okay with the more ‘normal’ times we’ve had together?”
She assumed he was referring to their dinners, or the day they’d watched a movie. She loved those times. It made this feel like a relationship. And while she didn’t think she was ready for one, being with Greg made her want one. “I very much enjoy that time with you.”
“Good. That makes me happy, because I want to see you more often. I know we agreed on Tuesdays and then Friday and Saturdays, but can we add another day, or possibly have you stay the whole weekend?”
Megan bit her bottom lip. He wanted to spend more time with her, which was great, but was it safe for her feelings? Now was the time to tell him the truth, that she was developing feelings for him, but she just wasn’t sure she could form the words.
“To be honest, I would really like to have you here all weekend. Is that something you think you could do?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she quietly said. “I have a cat, and I can’t leave her that long.”
She could see the disappointment on his face. She was about to speak and tell him she would see if her neighbor could look in on the kitty, but he spoke first. “Well, why don’t you think about a day then, if you want, and let me know on Friday.” He stood and held his hand out to her. “It’s getting late, and I don’t want to keep you.”
Taking his hand, she followed him to the front door. It was as though there was some stupid lump
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