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behind her. Then, her arm linked in his, she led them to the kitchen.
Jake breathed a sigh of relief when she released his arm inside the kitchen. He needed a little distance to get his libido under control.
Zoe immediately opened the big commercial refrigerator and bent down to peer at the shelves. Within seconds, she had grabbed a carton of eggs and a packet of bacon. Without looking, she thrust them behind her for him to take.
Unfortunately, he was too fixated on the image of her shorts creeping higher and showing off the cheeks of her ass.
‘Hey, Jake, take the eggs before I drop them,’ she mumbled, still hunting in the refrigerator.
‘Ah, sorry.’ He grabbed the eggs from her and placed them on the central workbench. God, she must think he was a total idiot. Shaking his head, he worked at disciplining his mind while he hunted through the cupboards until he found a plastic jug. He cracked three eggs into the jug and then went searching for a whisk.
Zoe, a bunch of parsley and a loaf of bread in her hand, hovered beside the workbench. ‘Jake, that’s not enough eggs for the two of us.’
She expertly cracked two more and added them to the jug. Jake bit back a groan. He’d already had his dinner. He’d planned on cooking for Zoe and maybe just joining her for a drink. Looks like he was about to have his second dinner of the evening.
‘Any idea where the onions would be?’ Not waiting for an answer, Zoe headed into the dry goods pantry. ‘Aha, found them.’
She emerged triumphant, the onion held aloft. ‘I’ll chop the bacon and onion, while you get a pan ready. Oh, and don’t forget to turn on the Robo.’
Jake turned to her, a frying pan extended in front of him. What the hell was a Robo? ‘Um, how about you do the…er, Robo while I get the gas going?’
She shrugged and slipped across to the side bench and turned on the power point beside the monster of a conveyer belt toaster taking up prime position on the bench. Then he saw the name in raised metal letters on the side of the machine. Robo .
He shook his head. Well, that explains that. Guess Robo is a brand name.
Zoe made short work of chopping the onion, bacon and parsley and quickly flipped them into the hot pan. While Jake stirred, slowly adding the egg mixture, she made toast for them both. Before long, Jake was serving his one and only specialty — well, besides steak on a grill, that is — and placing it on the workbench where Zoe had set two places.
He grabbed a bottle of red wine and popped the cork, pouring each of them a glass. Before he’d even seated himself, Zoe was forking the scrambled eggs into her mouth.
‘Hmm, these are good,’ she said. ‘I didn’t think I was hungry until I had the first taste.’
Thank the Lord! ‘Glad you like them.’ He took a bite of the eggs and pushed the rest around the plate. After a few minutes, he placed his cutlery down and took a gulp of the red wine.
Zoe pointed at his plate with her fork. ‘You not hungry?’
‘Ah, not really. I stopped and had a couple of drinks with my brothers on the way home.’
‘Hah, you filled up with beer, didn’t you?’
‘Something like that. Guess I’m just too full.’ Yeah, a big prime rib steak with all the trimmings will do that to a man.
‘Then I’ll eat while you tell me what you wanted to talk to me about.’
Ah, right, that! ‘Let me ask you a question first. I’ve seen what you can do with a heritage home. And I know you paint landscapes, but…’
Zoe took a bite of toast and Jake found himself fascinated by the sheen of melted butter on her lower lip. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. He suddenly wanted to climb over the workbench and lick her lips clean for her. His cock certainly thought it was a good idea. He even braced his hands on the edge of the bench in preparation. Then common sense kicked in, only to be shot to hell again when Zoe slid her tongue along her bottom lip.
She looked at him expectantly, eyebrows
Jake breathed a sigh of relief when she released his arm inside the kitchen. He needed a little distance to get his libido under control.
Zoe immediately opened the big commercial refrigerator and bent down to peer at the shelves. Within seconds, she had grabbed a carton of eggs and a packet of bacon. Without looking, she thrust them behind her for him to take.
Unfortunately, he was too fixated on the image of her shorts creeping higher and showing off the cheeks of her ass.
‘Hey, Jake, take the eggs before I drop them,’ she mumbled, still hunting in the refrigerator.
‘Ah, sorry.’ He grabbed the eggs from her and placed them on the central workbench. God, she must think he was a total idiot. Shaking his head, he worked at disciplining his mind while he hunted through the cupboards until he found a plastic jug. He cracked three eggs into the jug and then went searching for a whisk.
Zoe, a bunch of parsley and a loaf of bread in her hand, hovered beside the workbench. ‘Jake, that’s not enough eggs for the two of us.’
She expertly cracked two more and added them to the jug. Jake bit back a groan. He’d already had his dinner. He’d planned on cooking for Zoe and maybe just joining her for a drink. Looks like he was about to have his second dinner of the evening.
‘Any idea where the onions would be?’ Not waiting for an answer, Zoe headed into the dry goods pantry. ‘Aha, found them.’
She emerged triumphant, the onion held aloft. ‘I’ll chop the bacon and onion, while you get a pan ready. Oh, and don’t forget to turn on the Robo.’
Jake turned to her, a frying pan extended in front of him. What the hell was a Robo? ‘Um, how about you do the…er, Robo while I get the gas going?’
She shrugged and slipped across to the side bench and turned on the power point beside the monster of a conveyer belt toaster taking up prime position on the bench. Then he saw the name in raised metal letters on the side of the machine. Robo .
He shook his head. Well, that explains that. Guess Robo is a brand name.
Zoe made short work of chopping the onion, bacon and parsley and quickly flipped them into the hot pan. While Jake stirred, slowly adding the egg mixture, she made toast for them both. Before long, Jake was serving his one and only specialty — well, besides steak on a grill, that is — and placing it on the workbench where Zoe had set two places.
He grabbed a bottle of red wine and popped the cork, pouring each of them a glass. Before he’d even seated himself, Zoe was forking the scrambled eggs into her mouth.
‘Hmm, these are good,’ she said. ‘I didn’t think I was hungry until I had the first taste.’
Thank the Lord! ‘Glad you like them.’ He took a bite of the eggs and pushed the rest around the plate. After a few minutes, he placed his cutlery down and took a gulp of the red wine.
Zoe pointed at his plate with her fork. ‘You not hungry?’
‘Ah, not really. I stopped and had a couple of drinks with my brothers on the way home.’
‘Hah, you filled up with beer, didn’t you?’
‘Something like that. Guess I’m just too full.’ Yeah, a big prime rib steak with all the trimmings will do that to a man.
‘Then I’ll eat while you tell me what you wanted to talk to me about.’
Ah, right, that! ‘Let me ask you a question first. I’ve seen what you can do with a heritage home. And I know you paint landscapes, but…’
Zoe took a bite of toast and Jake found himself fascinated by the sheen of melted butter on her lower lip. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. He suddenly wanted to climb over the workbench and lick her lips clean for her. His cock certainly thought it was a good idea. He even braced his hands on the edge of the bench in preparation. Then common sense kicked in, only to be shot to hell again when Zoe slid her tongue along her bottom lip.
She looked at him expectantly, eyebrows
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