Best Friend's Ex Box Set

“She did,” I said, thinking about all the lessons as a kid. “She knew I would be someone other than a housewife when I grew up, but she still wanted me to be able to cook the hell out of pretty much anything that came across the table. I learned to cook in that old, downhome cooking kind of way. Nothing fancy, just warm, comforting, and delicious.”

“That sounds perfect,” he said, turning toward me holding plates and silverware. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to set the table.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling and watching as he left the room.

I sighed and turned back toward the kitchen, staring off in a dream world. I raised my glass to my lips but quickly discovered my glass was empty. I pouted, staring at the bottom of my wine glass. I looked over my shoulder for Ollie, but he was busy setting the table, whistling to himself. I chuckled and shook my head, pulling myself from the stool and walking around the counter, determined to find the wine and pour myself another glass. I looked around the kitchen for the bottle, finally finding it sitting next to the wall.

“Aha,” I said to myself. “There you are.”

I pulled the cork out and began to pour the wine into my glass, glancing over at the empty box sitting on the counter. I reached over and picked it up, stopping for a moment to put the cork back in the bottle. I wandered around the kitchen, reading the box and sipping my wine, realizing that it was one of those “meal in a box” kits, where everything was carefully packaged for easy cooking.

Other women would be angry, but I thought it was absolutely adorable. He was so worried about cooking me a good meal, he didn’t want to take the chance at screwing it up, so he got the safest option he could. I was assuming that if he could barely make toast, this was still a serious accomplishment for him. Still, there was no way I was going to let him out of this without some kind of teasing. He would have a field day with me if the tables were turned. He walked back into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks as I raised the box in the air.

“Do I need to punish my servant for his falsehoods?”

Ollie laughed, but his face quickly turned contrite. I giggled, walking up to him and kissing his cheek before helping him to bring the food out to the living room. We started eating, and I had to admit that the food tasted really good, even if it was from a kit. As we ate and talked, we flirted heavily, feeling the passion and lust between us growing. It was almost overwhelming.

“So, if you are my servant, does that mean I can make you do other things, too, besides cook dinner?”

“Of course,” he said, swallowing and nodding. “The night belongs to you, madam.”

A fizzle of electricity ran through my chest at the sound of his words. The night belonging to me could be a dangerous idea. I sat there, staring over at him, images of what I wanted him to do tumbling through my mind. Let’s just say for these activities, clothing was definitely not needed.

Chapter 23

Ollie

I could see the look in Elana’s eye, one of mischief and lust, and instantly, I could feel my cock get rock solid in my pants. I shifted in my seat, trying to adjust myself. God, I hoped that she was looking for me to service her sexually. It would be exactly what I needed. She was so sexy and confident, something I hadn’t seen in her until we were hanging out all the time. It was obvious that she was a nervous person, and she didn’t let her guard down easily, but once she did, her confidence went through the roof. I had to admit, it was probably one of the sexiest things about her: having her feel strong enough in my presence to feel like she was desirable and beautiful. That alone showed me that I was doing a really good job at helping her to feel more comfortable in her beautiful skin. I wanted her to see herself as I saw her: strong, beautiful, and sexy.

I had been longing for her touch since we had sex before, and my lust had grown, becoming almost painful. I tried to hide the grin on my face as we continued eating, not being able to get my raging hard-on off my mind. I wanted this woman in every way I could possibly think of, and from the look on her face, she was having the same exact thoughts about me. How could I not be chomping at the bit for her to let down the last of her guard and take what she wanted?

For the rest of dinner, we talked about all kinds of things, from the upcoming holidays to how amazing it was that we found each other after all of these years. Thrown into the conversation were flirtations and innuendos that were not helping me calm down at all. In reality, though, I didn’t want to calm down. I wanted to jump all over her. When dinner was done, she helped me clear the table and wandered around drinking her wine as I rinsed the dishes. My breathing was a bit labored as I stood there, feeling the thickness in the air between us. I needed to calm down.

When I was done, I dried off my hands and looked out at the patio, watching as she stood in the darkness, staring up at the night sky. The moon was bright, and the soft lighting hit her skin, sending shivers down my spine. She looked radiant standing there, and I almost didn’t even recognize the girl I had once known. Elana was a woman now, forced to grow up with tragedy, but blossoming with every year that I had been gone. I wondered how I didn’t see that the first moment I ran into her. The truth was, she wasn’t Elana anymore, or at least, the Elana I knew back in the day. She was a stronger, more vibrant woman with characteristics that were hidden away before, under the guise of nerdiness and determination.

I walked toward the door, grabbing my jacket off the hook on the wall, my eyes glued to the way her back curved right above her round, firm ass. My pants were tight from the pressure of my fully erect cock, and I moved it around a bit before stepping outside into the cool night air. Slowly, I pulled the coat up over her shoulders, kissing her on the cheek and smiling, standing as close as she would let me.

“Why, thank you,” she said. “You are a good and faithful servant.”

“I think you are a bit too good at the mistress thing.” I chuckled.

“You know what will be awkward?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“If I ever become super rich and hire a servant.” She laughed. “Though, I don’t think I have to really worry about that. Librarians aren’t known for their copious amounts of wealth.”

“Hey, you never know. Maybe you’ll discover a new way of binding a book or something.” I laughed. “Or the next new age way to organize books on the shelf. You can patent it, and then they have to pay you to use it.”

“I don’t think it quite works that way.” She giggled, watching the small, rogue clouds filter across the sky.

I followed her eyes up to a small cluster of stars and then pulled my head back down, staring at her perfectly smooth fair skin and blushed cheek. Her vision was fixated on the stars, but mine was fixated on her, memorizing every curve, every speck, and every imperfection that I only found to make her that much more beautiful. I didn’t want our game to end, and I wanted her to relax, giving in to the things I knew were floating around in her head. I needed to see if I

could keep the roleplay going, just for a bit longer.

“So, madam,” I said, taking in a deep breath. “You’ve had your delicious, gourmet dinner, you have relaxed while your dutiful servant cleaned the plates and put them away, and now, he waits, wondering what your next desire is, hoping it is something a bit more fun.”

“Slaving away in the kitchen wasn’t fun?” she asked, laughing. “Who would have guessed? Though you did look pretty handsome doing it, like you were right out of a catalog.”