Worth the fight

Chapter 19

Nico

I need to slow things down. I almost took her on the street for fuck’s sake. I feel like I’m stuck in a bad movie, with a little devil sitting on one shoulder and an angel on the other. But the goddamn devil is twice the size and my angel is a fucking mute. Great, I have a fucking mute angel.

She looks so cute up on the counter, I get the urge to bring her with me wherever I go and just plop her up on a pedestal near me. But as I grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, I see her reflection in the stainless steel. She crosses and recrosses her legs and I catch a glimpse of the top of her thigh for a split second. Damn it, I can feel myself starting to get hard from a damn reflection of a thigh. Freakin mute angel. Think thoughts of my grandmother. Grandmother Ellen. Ellen, hey that’s just Elle with an n. Elle’s legs. Shit this isn’t working.

“That smells good. What are you making?” I turn my head to respond to her, but it takes a minute for her question to catch up to my brain.

Not half as good as you smell. I’d like to eat you instead. “Couscous.”

“You make couscous?”

“Well it doesn’t taste good straight from the box.”

“Cute.” She smirks at me. Even her smirk turns me on. “What’s in it?”

“Garlic, olive oil, peppers, onions, parsley…”

Elle jumps down from the counter. I had put her there to keep her at a distance. She doesn’t realize what she does to me every time she comes near me.

“Can I help?” Her arm brushes against mine as she comes to stand next to me at the counter. She leans down over the pan where the ingredients are sautéing and her eyes close as she breathes in the aroma. Clearly, she appreciates the smell. Her face softens and her cheeks go slack as her nose delivers the scent to her brain. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She needs to get back up on that fucking counter.