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 Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 1:43 pm
Anella was bored. Not the type of bored that watching a movie would cure, or that going for a jog would fix. No, it was the type of bored that stemmed from laziness.
Too lazy to get up and do something. Too lazy to find something to watch on television. Too lazy to do anything that would require getting off the couch. She had a bag of chips open on her stomach, but the remote was out of reach. Her cell phone, on the other hand, was right next to her. Well, close enough; it was lying on her dog and she accidentally found it when her hand fell off the couch.
He thought he was getting a scratch so immediately wriggled around and the phone slid right into her hand.
It was a sign.
After petting the giant dog—or rather, after he was done headbutting her hand—she fished through her contact list.
For a long moment, no one stood out for her—and then his name popped up.
Mister Gorgeous who she should not be talking to because she had a super hot girlfriend who was just presently unavailable or she would call her…or so she told herself.
She debated for a moment, if it counted as cheating or something just because you wanted to hang out with someone you had a crush on even if you were in a relationship, but…they were just friends, right? Cooking pals? Baking buddies?
She chewed on her lip for a second and then shrugged; maybe she could at least get some food out of it. Besides, he still owed her for all that boob grabbing. Not that she didn't like it—not that she was supposed to like it, though—she just liked the idea of free food more.
She caved and texted him after only a moment more of debating; 'Hey, I'm hungry. Come make me some food.'
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 6:06 pm
Nick was looking inside of a bookstore, looking over some cookbooks, trying to figure out which one he was going to pick up. He was in the mood for something new, something exciting…maybe even something exotic. The blonde moved to another section of the bookstore, looking at some of the foreign cookbooks, taking one down from the shelf that was full of Indian recipes. Well, Indian food was clearly wild and exotic…and spicy too.
He took the book over to one of the squishy chairs that dotted the bookstore and sat down, beginning to read. After a little while, he felt his stomach growl and laughed, shaking his head. Maybe this would be a good investment. Cooking new dishes was an important thing to do, wasn’t it? It let him broaden his horizons and…and all that jazz.
The male had gone back into reading the cookbook, and had really let it engulf him in thoughts of delicious, spicy feasts, when his cell phone went off, making him jump so badly, the book toppled to the floor. He pulled out his phone and looked at just who was texting him, and grinned happily.
Well, well, well. If it wasn’t Anella. His favorite cutie pie to cook for. He thought for a moment, trying to figure out just what to text back, and finally laughed, shaking his head. ‘And just what are you in the mood for, sweet heart? Something as sweet as you? Because, I don’t know if that’s even something that’s possible.’
Oh he was such a flirt…but damn if she wasn’t one of the most attractive girls he had ever met. Seriously.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 12:56 am
Anella had only gotten into a few more chips before her cellphone was going off and she released a muffled noise of surprise when the phone vibrated from down her shirt.
Because it was—what was it doing down there? It had been in her hand a second ago, were her fingers that greasy?
A quick examination proved that—yes, Anella's hands were that greasy. She wiped her fingers off on her shirt (Doggie would have sufficed, but he was too far away for her to reach, now) and hastily retrieved her phone. Skimming over the text, she couldn't help but laugh.
'If you can't cook something as sweet as me, I'd settle for something as hot.'
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:59 pm
Nick had gone back to his book, though he kept checking his phone every minute or so, just to see if she had texted back. When the message finally came, he grinned once again. She was so much fun to deal with, seriously she was. A real hoot and holler.
He took a few minutes, flipping through the book, finally settling on a recipe that called for a lot of spicy chili powder and other spicy things, taking a quick picture of it and sending it to Anella.
‘Now, when you say hot like you, I hope you mean spicy. Or if I go all out, I can make a chocolate chili cake and make it as sweet as you can be, but still as fiery as your spirit seems. How does that sound, my little angel food cake.’
He sent the message and had to shove a hand over his mouth to stop himself laughing out loud.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:04 pm
Anella had been eagerly clutching her phone, biting her lip—and when the text came through, she was just dying. At first she snickered—and then she squirmed and giggled and sat up a bit…and Doggie was over there being so damn judgmental.
She couldn’t compete with that; his text was perfect.
And that food…
Her mouth watered.
'Sounds like Heaven. Do I need to pick up the ingredients or are you going to grab them on your way over?'
…Wait, did this mean he might actually come over? Did that mean she had to put on a bra?
…Yeah, if he was coming over she definitely had to put on a bra.
But that cake definitely sounded worth it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:09 pm
The blonde didn’t even bother looking back at the book this time, all of his attention was on his phone, eagerly waiting for her return text. Had he overdone it? Most likely, but still…he liked over doing it sometimes, unless it was steak. Then it just got too tough and chewy when it was overdone.
When Anella’s text came in, Nick read it and stood up, making his way to the checkout counter and paying for the book and finally making his way back to his car.
‘Don’t worry, if it’s too hot for you to handle, I’m sure I can find some way to cool you off. Maybe.’ He hesitated, and finally took a quick selfie of himself with his tongue out, a stupid grin on his face.
Well. Who cared really. She was the one who had invited him over. She could deal with him.
‘See you in a few, babe.’
And he was off.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:36 pm
Too hot for her to handle? Oh, bull.
…But it meant one less trip to the store and more time to preen. But then the picture came and Anella flushed and laughed and could have cried. The smile on her face started to hurt, and she texted back, 'You've got me all worked up, so you better hurry up. Door's unlocked, I'll be waiting in the kitchen.'
It was only then that she sprang to her feet; if he was on his way, then that mean she had a lot to do.
Starting with the bra.
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