“I don’t want to see you hurt, Kurt.”
“I won’t get hurt.”
“Kim wasn’t able to get past you bullying her in high school. I don’t want you to get your hopes up, in case she has the same fears now as she did back then.”
“I’m not going to get my hopes up. I know you mean well, I do. I just, I’ve got to do this. I have to help her.”
“Okay, okay, I’m here if you need me.”
“Thanks, man, I appreciate it.”
Kurt hung up the phone and tossed the device onto the counter. Fuck. He was completely exhausted. Turning toward the cupboards, he started opening them up, hoping that he’d have some idea what to cook for dinner.
He didn’t cook.
Unlike Noah, he was happy to order takeout, or let others cook for him. Kurt had been more interested in getting his company off the ground than learning to cook.
“Elsa says hey,” Kim said, startling him. He turned around, forgetting that he’d partially opened one of the cupboards, and slammed his head against it. “Oh, ouch. Crap, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He held onto his head and winced. She came over to him, grabbing his waist, and forcing him into a chair.
“Let me check it out.”
The moment he sat down, his gaze landed on her large tits. The shirt she wore pressed them together, and he got a nice view of her cleavage. The temptation to sink his head against her breasts was strong. He held back. This was not about allowing her to be uncomfortable.
“It doesn’t look like it’s broken the skin. I think you’ll be fine. A minor headache, if that.”
“I’m totally fine.” He rested his hands on his knees, staring up into her eyes. The tension changed between them, and he saw her eyes dilate as she stared at him. She licked her lips, and he wondered if she was getting wet thinking about him.
“When you speak to Elsa again, tell her I said hey.”
She nodded.
Did she realize that she was thrusting her chest out, cocking her hip to the side? The way she licked her lips was more of an invitation. One he didn’t want to turn down.
“Why were you looking in the cupboards?” she asked.
“I was going to make us something to eat.”
“You cook?”
“No.”
“Then how would you cook?”
“Figured it was easy.”
She laughed. “Oh my God, your ego. Seriously? You think cooking is so easy?”
“Why not? Everyone does it.”
“And some die from not doing it right. Wow, I can’t believe you.” She placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll cook.”
“You cook?”
“Of course. I spend time with Elsa, and she cooks. It’s something my mom enjoyed doing. She found food brought her family together, and in doing so, it inspired her. Her family inspired her to paint.”
Kim started looking through the cupboards, and he wasn’t about to complain. Every time she bent over he got a nice view of her full ass.
She rummaged through the ingredients and went toward the fridge. “Wow.”
“Second wow in one day,” he said.
“Your fridge is totally full. You have chicken, beef, lamb, pork. There’s even shrimp in here. You’re not going to eat all of this in one day.”
“My cleaner goes shopping for me. I throw out what is bad.”
“Not anymore. I know how to keep this food for longer, and if I’m right, you have an empty freezer. Throwing good food away.”
“You’re going to stuff it in the freezer. Isn’t that throwing it away?”
She shook her head. “You have three pounds of fresh shrimp. Separate them down, you’ve got enough for at least three dinners, even more. Before we cook, I’m splitting it down. I’m not having any waste. If you don’t mind.”
“Make yourself at home.” It was what he wanted her to do. This home had been bought for a reason, and he was hoping that Kim would help him fill it with children, and happy memories.
Sitting at the counter, he watched as she got some freezer bags and started to put away the meat. He noticed she smelled it first, before packing it away. Once that was all done, she threw anything that couldn’t be recycled into the trash.
Once her hands were washed, the meat and fish in the freezer, she then got started on preparing the shrimp that she left out. He watched as she started to add some spices that had been displayed on the counter.
Watching her was enthralling. He couldn’t wait to get to watch her paint.
She sliced up a lemon, and started to add the juice, capturing any seeds that fell into her hand.
The scents were already amazing. His cock was stiff as with each movement, her tits would move, her body showcased in ways that made him desperate. Kurt wanted her naked and underneath him. No, he wanted her over him. Then he wanted to take her from behind, riding her doggy style.