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the one who changes that.”
I slanted my gaze at him. His floppy hair hid his brows, and even though he didn’t look up, I could see the grin on his lips. Perfectly shaped lips . Not too full, not too thin. Exactly right for kissing.
I bit my own lip thinking about the feel of his mouth against mine. “You really are good at that romance thing.”
“Don’t get too excited. It’s only spaghetti.”
Yes, except the sauce was homemade. And, from what I could tell, it looked like he was making up the recipe as he went along. And he had me daydreaming about making out when I’d never been big on kissing before.
Something caught in my chest, and I had to change topics to something less sappy. “So now that I’ve had your cum all over me, I feel like we’re close enough for me to ask how you can afford this amazing place.”
He glanced up with a chuckle. “You asked me that before you had my cum all over you,” he said, bringing the sauce spoon up to my lips to taste. “By the way, you looked really hot like that.”
“Mm.” The sauce was good. What he’d said was better.
It was my turn to grin. “Now you’ve flustered me. I can’t remember what I was saying.”
“Lies. You don’t forget anything.” He moved the pan of boiling pasta to the sink so he could pour the noodles into a colander. “You were asking about my money.”
He paused and I wasn’t sure if it was because he was focused on his cooking or because he didn’t want to say more. I was curious, though, so I waited quietly, which was easier than usual to do.
When he’d finished straining the spaghetti, he grabbed a plate from the counter that he must have laid out earlier, since it already had a serving of salad and a breadstick. “It’s a boring story, actually,” he said, using tongs to drop a pile of noodles on the dish. “I inherited everything. My father founded his own tech company, a very successful tech company. He passed away a few years ago and now it’s all mine.” He scooped a spoonful of sauce on top.
“You own a tech company?” I asked, taking the plate from him when he passed it over.
He dished up his own serving next. “I own shares in it. My brother and sister and I all own a third.”
“Then why the hell are you working for me?”
“Are you complaining?”
“Noooo.” I stretched out the end of the word so he could know exactly how much I wasn’t complaining.
He took off his apron and threw it on the counter before grabbing two forks out of a drawer. “Are you judging then?” His tone was playful but pointed. “Is it better to slave away all day and night for a business that I don’t have a passion for just because I have the opportunity to be important in that way?” He picked up his plate and his own glass of wine then gestured for me to come with him.
“No judging.” I slid off the barstool, teasing him as I followed him to the living room. “Defensive much?”
“Sorry. I hear this a lot. I have years of preparation with my response.”
“Then give it to me. The fully prepared response. Not because I’m judging you but because I want to know everything about you.”
“Now who’s doing the romancing?” He set his dishes on the coffee table then turned to take mine from me. “You don’t need to respond to that. Just let it sit and niggle at you until it’s comfortable.”
“Go on…” I smirked, aware of the niggle. Not exactly sure how to feel about the niggle.
Instead of sitting on the couch, as I’d assumed he would, he sat on the floor and leaned back against the sofa. “My father worked his ass off for that company. And for all the money and influence it got him, it also brought him enough stress and turmoil to ruin three marriages and put him in a grave before he was fifty-five.”
I swallowed, the story sounding too much like one that could be my own.
But it wasn’t my story. This was Boyd’s story, and I wanted to hear more.
Curling my legs up underneath me, I
I slanted my gaze at him. His floppy hair hid his brows, and even though he didn’t look up, I could see the grin on his lips. Perfectly shaped lips . Not too full, not too thin. Exactly right for kissing.
I bit my own lip thinking about the feel of his mouth against mine. “You really are good at that romance thing.”
“Don’t get too excited. It’s only spaghetti.”
Yes, except the sauce was homemade. And, from what I could tell, it looked like he was making up the recipe as he went along. And he had me daydreaming about making out when I’d never been big on kissing before.
Something caught in my chest, and I had to change topics to something less sappy. “So now that I’ve had your cum all over me, I feel like we’re close enough for me to ask how you can afford this amazing place.”
He glanced up with a chuckle. “You asked me that before you had my cum all over you,” he said, bringing the sauce spoon up to my lips to taste. “By the way, you looked really hot like that.”
“Mm.” The sauce was good. What he’d said was better.
It was my turn to grin. “Now you’ve flustered me. I can’t remember what I was saying.”
“Lies. You don’t forget anything.” He moved the pan of boiling pasta to the sink so he could pour the noodles into a colander. “You were asking about my money.”
He paused and I wasn’t sure if it was because he was focused on his cooking or because he didn’t want to say more. I was curious, though, so I waited quietly, which was easier than usual to do.
When he’d finished straining the spaghetti, he grabbed a plate from the counter that he must have laid out earlier, since it already had a serving of salad and a breadstick. “It’s a boring story, actually,” he said, using tongs to drop a pile of noodles on the dish. “I inherited everything. My father founded his own tech company, a very successful tech company. He passed away a few years ago and now it’s all mine.” He scooped a spoonful of sauce on top.
“You own a tech company?” I asked, taking the plate from him when he passed it over.
He dished up his own serving next. “I own shares in it. My brother and sister and I all own a third.”
“Then why the hell are you working for me?”
“Are you complaining?”
“Noooo.” I stretched out the end of the word so he could know exactly how much I wasn’t complaining.
He took off his apron and threw it on the counter before grabbing two forks out of a drawer. “Are you judging then?” His tone was playful but pointed. “Is it better to slave away all day and night for a business that I don’t have a passion for just because I have the opportunity to be important in that way?” He picked up his plate and his own glass of wine then gestured for me to come with him.
“No judging.” I slid off the barstool, teasing him as I followed him to the living room. “Defensive much?”
“Sorry. I hear this a lot. I have years of preparation with my response.”
“Then give it to me. The fully prepared response. Not because I’m judging you but because I want to know everything about you.”
“Now who’s doing the romancing?” He set his dishes on the coffee table then turned to take mine from me. “You don’t need to respond to that. Just let it sit and niggle at you until it’s comfortable.”
“Go on…” I smirked, aware of the niggle. Not exactly sure how to feel about the niggle.
Instead of sitting on the couch, as I’d assumed he would, he sat on the floor and leaned back against the sofa. “My father worked his ass off for that company. And for all the money and influence it got him, it also brought him enough stress and turmoil to ruin three marriages and put him in a grave before he was fifty-five.”
I swallowed, the story sounding too much like one that could be my own.
But it wasn’t my story. This was Boyd’s story, and I wanted to hear more.
Curling my legs up underneath me, I
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