SHE REMEMBERS 3

 In response to what he said, my body hummed, coming to life in a way that I had never experienced, my nipples were little rigid nubs, and I wanted his hand all over my body. But I also remember people online telling me I was turning an entire race of people into one of my fetishes, and many people agreed. I honestly did not see it as that, but the people had made up their minds.

 “I was drunk when I agreed to a contract with you, I am sorry for all inconveniences caused during my stay here, I will compensate you for everything if you tell me the costs, but I really have to go now.” I say with a rush to get the words out, my head still banged, most of memories from last night was yet to come back to me, I needed to go back home where things still made sense, away from this beautiful man who made me want to do the very things I tweeted about. And it made no sense since I did not even know the man.

 He studied me in silence, and I study his forehead, I can’t look him in the eye, especially after knowing that he wore them for me.

My stomach let out a loud growling sound, breaking the silence and embarrassing me at the same time, his eyes widen slightly as his eyes immediately go to my belly, I wrap my arms around it, as if protecting it from his line of sight.

 “I haven’t really eaten anything since my career blew up in my face.” I say without prompt, smacking my lips together, I cuss myself in my head, nobody asked me. And this was the first time I was admitting out loud that my career blew up in my face.

“Come, I will make you something.” he says finally, and without waiting for me, he leads me out of the patio and back into the hallway, but this time we go left, the stone hallway looking exactly like the other, it would be so easy to get lost in here.

 “Where are we going?” I ask as I hurry to catch up with him, he was walking but I was almost running. His straight as an arrow posture kept even as he walked, I had many instructors come and go, but none of them got my posture to be that perfect. Gregory would have been so proud if he saw this.

 Gregory... My eyes are drawn to the sparkly cased phone clasped tightly in my hand, I wondered if he would answer this time, and what he would say if he knew I was walking in a stone hallway with a man I met last night after offering to sleep with him.

 “Have a seat.”

His smooth voice pulls me out of my thoughts and my eyes away from the phone to him as he stood in a kitchen, and tugging on he strings of a chef’s apron. And, holy smoke, the man was unbelievably hot. I could stare at him all day and still find time to continue to stare afterwards.

 I jump and yelp as a ball of fur runs past my leg into the brightly lit kitchen, I find a black furry cat running towards him, he finally cracked a small smile at the cat, but doesn’t bend to pick it.

 “She scared you, sorry about that, although she is perfectly harmless.” he poured out cat food in the cat’s plate. She ate from it with a thankful meow.

“I thought you were letting me go home.” I say, surprising myself with how calm I sound.

“What would you rather have? I know you aren’t vegan, so spaghetti and meatballs okay?”

The sound of food had me salivating, I was always on a diet, not a strict one, but a diet nonetheless, and after everything exploded, I survived on raisins and a half eaten banana, I could not bring myself to eat more.

 “I have to go home.” I say, but I was taking a seat at the little table he had in his kitchen. He gave me a little triumphant smile before getting to work.

 I watched, mesmerized by how fluid his movements were as he prepared the food, he worked with accurate precision that made me realize something, combined with his state of the art kitchen and the equipment I would not know what to do with, he looked like a professional.

 “You are a professional chef.” I say the words out loud as it registered in my head.

He gives me a glance with a quirked brow, but his hands still worked flawlessly, not even pausing as he looked up.

 “No, I am not there yet, but thank you.”

Huh? “What does that mean?”

He had a little smile playing on his lips,

 “It is a hobby of mine, unfortunately, I haven’t had the time to be as professional as I would like.”

 I blink, completely astounded, I didn’t quite understand the concept of hobby, I only had a kitchen because the house came with one, I had chefs who made my food as their job description. I haven’t done anything that wasn’t my job in years.

 “What do you do then?”

He stays quiet, I assume he did not hear me, as his brows tugged with concentration as he flipped the pasta in the pan, I stare at it as well, mesmerized by the display. He had a small smile of satisfaction on his face, he had achieved what he wanted with the food. The aroma was already filling the air, and it smelled so good, my mouth watered.

 “Wait, is there anybody else in the house with us?” I ask, my cheeks growing warm.

This question he hears since his eyes find my face this time,

 “No, all of the workers were asked to stay home for a while. Why do you ask?”

Mortified, I look down at my outfit, this was definitely not what I wore to the club, and I did not change my outfit myself, and if nobody else was here, did he?

 He rolled his eyes slightly,

“The house keeper was kind enough to change you, and she is a woman in her seventies, does that make you happy?” he asks as he plates the food.

 I lick my lips,

“Happy? Not so much, but it does lay my worries to rest.” I say as I take a bite of the food, my eyes widen once it hits my tongue, and I look at him, he gives me a satisfied smile.

 I had chefs who were paid very heavily, but none of them had made me anything like this, it was so good, I almost cry, I even had seconds, and that has never happened.

“Slow down, there is no one fighting you for it.” he says with a small shake of his head,

I finally realize I am not supposed to be eating like a cave woman, if Gregory saw me, he would be shocked.

 I do slow down, and the food still tasted as good, who would have thought.

“Why do you worry if I changed your clothes or not if I would still see what was underneath?” he asks, his eyes on the top of my exposed cleavage.

 My cheeks burn, but for some reason, a part of me wanted him to keep staring, but the part of me who still had her common sense intact clears her throat nosily until he looks up at my face.

 He had smirk on his lips.

“Why?” I ask him,

He raised a brow in question,

“What do you mean why?”

I consider my next words before I say them, chewing on a mouthful of pasta slowly, when I swallow, I watch his eyes dart from my lips to my neck, and back up.

 “Why do you want the contract to stand? I was drunk, I caused you an inconvenience, I doubt you went there that day for me.”

 He nods, agreeing with me, my eyes narrow, but he ignores it,

“It is true that I didn’t do what I went for because I had to leave early since people started to notice Rachel Greene was around.”

I eye him, I was not that embarrassing to be around.

 “Then, why?”

He holds my gaze down, a gasp leaves me, I could hardly breath with his attention zeroed in on me like that, suddenly all the air in the world was not enough.

 “Because, all of the things you tweeted, retweeted, liked, all of that, has been my fantasy as well.”

“You want to sleep with a black man?” my voice comes out small,

He rolls his eyes,

 “No genius, I want to be the black man you sleep with. Our fantasies are the same, our kinks are exactly the same, and I want to experience them with you.”