Vanilla Please

Stopping at the door, she takes in a deep breath of air before opening it.

Mich’s eyes fall on her body and skim across her before meeting her eyes. “So, I thought food. Real food, not chocolate.” He looks at her, watching as she nods.

“Sounds good, lead the way.”

He laughs slightly at her words.

“I wanted to do things differently.” He holds up bags, her eyes scrutinizing them.

“I thought I would cook, then maybe after we go out for a drink? I will be honest now, I am picky when I go out and eat in restaurants, so I thought I would save your ears.” She looks at him.

Hell, she is overdressed for sitting in the house. What the hell? Moving out of the way, she watches him walk to the kitchen.

Standing, he begins to empty the bags, Anais smiling. “Can I help?”

“Sure, talk to me. Keep me entertained in any way you can.” He winks at her as she nods. Reachin