Heating up in the Kitchen
Richie finished his meeting with Stephen Scott and after making an appearance in the lounge, he left, catching his niece’s eye with a twinkle.
“Well I guess you’re left with me.” Nonnie stretched out on the sofa.
“I’m not complaining, you’re better looking.” Richie took a seat in a chair.
“Now, Uncle Stephen might take offense to that,” she smiled. “I suppose I should play hostess and ask you if you’d like a drink…would you?”
“No thanks, “ The house was too quiet; he drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair.
“You’ve had dinner?”
“Yeah, ate early today.” He’d taken dinner to Libby again.
“That’s too bad because I haven’t.”
“Are you gonna tell me now you’re takin’ me up on that dinner invitation?”
“I guess not.”
“Maybe I should go?”
“Do you want to leave?” She smiled, “Why don’t you come down to the kitchen with me while I find something to eat…unless you have somewhere to go?”
“No…I don’t.” he watched her legs slide off the sofa. Something about her made him nervous but he was hooked.
He followed her down to the state-of-the-art kitchen in the basement of the house. “Somebody is a chef,” he remarked.
“Uncle Stephen fancies himself a short order cook." She looked in the oven and pulled out a casserole and uncovered it. “Hmm…I don’t think so.” She covered it back up and went to the fridge.
“Would you like a beer?”
“Um, yeah, I’ll take a beer.” He watched her make a sandwich, “Is that it? That’s your dinner?”
“I would have gone out to dinner tonight but my dinner companion has already eaten.”
“You should have let me know earlier. Why tonight?”
“I’m not really sure, Richie, why I wanted to go out with you tonight. Maybe because I was hungry.”
Her hair formed a curtain over the side of her face. He wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “You don’t get hungry very often do you?”
“You might be surprised. I have quite an appetite, I’m just careful what I consume.” She sat down at the island with her sandwich. “How are you and the little reporter getting on?”
“Libby? She’s just a friend.”
“Not what I heard, but of course my source is lacking in some areas.”
“Jessup. There’s nothing between Libby and I…no strings…no attachment there.”
“You’re not in love with her.”
“No. I’m not in love with her. What about you, Nonnie, how’s your love life?”
She laughed a little, “I haven’t had a life like that in years. I got burnt early on and I learn from my mistakes.” She finished up her sandwich and put her plate in the sink.
“Thanks for the beer.”
“Would you like another?”
“Um…I have to drive back to The Glen. About that dinner... I still want to take you out.”
Nonnie looked up a moment, “Let’s pretend you did take me to dinner... what would you do next?”
“Whatever you wanted to do.”
“You’d leave it all up to me…whether or not I would want to go to bed with you in exchange for a meal.”
“I wouldn’t expect that and no…no payment required.”
“No payment…no strings…free. You like your freedom, don’t you?”
“Maybe…”
“No maybe about it. You killed your marriage…no strings with Libby…Jean is just another friend. Am I right, solicitor?”
“You’re pretty harsh, ya know?”
“I don’t mean to be, but it’s the truth isn’t it? You see, I don’t want to be another notch in your belt.”
“I don’t see you that way, no…and I’m not trying to notch up my belt.”
“How do you see me, Richie?”
“I’m not sure…you scare me, Nonnie.”
She moved closer to him, “In what way?”
“I dunno…l feel like some awkward teenage boy when I’m around you…I never know what you’re thinking. Sweaty palms…” he could hear a clock ticking somewhere.
She took his hands and examined his palms, “It’s all in your imagination.” His fingers entwined with hers.
He pulled her a little closer she could feel the heat from his body. “I think you’d better go.”
“Are you sure you want me to?”
“No…that’s why you need to leave.” She looked up and met his eyes, deep blue, he moistened his lips, the tip of his tongue. “You need to go…now.”
“Yeah…I know I do…Nonnie,”
He moved their still connected hands behind her back never taking his eyes from hers he moved them up and down against her lower back pulling her against him. She could feel him against her pelvis. He kissed her, slowly exploring her mouth.
Stephen, finding no one upstairs, came down into the kitchen for a bite of his casserole.
“Oops sorry," He smiled broadly as they broke apart. “In the kitchen…how kinky. I love it.” He winked.
