Angel was cuddled in her bed with her tablet searching fashion blogs when she got Hook's text. She sipped some of her wine and smiled.

I bet it was better than my casserole, huh?

She was surprised when he texted back a picture of his plate of food. Not only was it plated very well, but it also looked mouth-watering.  All she had for dinner was a frozen entrée from her freezer and a twinkie.

You really can cook, I see

I dabble

Next time you need to cook for me

Oh shit, why did she say that to him? Next time all she wanted from him was more dick. She was not trying to date this man. All he was for her was a dick attached to an awesome body.

Your car will be ready on Wednesday

So I will see you then?

That is the plan.

Wednesday came quickly and she could not wait to see him. She returned her rental car and he met her there in her ride. Not only had he fixed it, but somehow he detailed it and it looked brand new.

"What did you do to my baby?"

"You like? We do a little detailing at the shop and I thought I would hook you up," Hook said, getting into the passenger side of the car.

"I love it. Now, let me pay you and treat you to a real meal." She fastened her seat belt.  "What's your favorite place to eat?"

"Red Lobster."

"Of course you would say that," she said, driving off.  "I have to up your game a little. Let me take you to Gino's in Plaza Frontenac."

"Is that the place where all the rich people go because that ain't my speed? I won't fit in and I am definitely not dressed for it. Don't impress me with all that. Why don't you just stop at the grocery store let me pick up some things and cook for you."

"Really? You would prefer that over Gino's? You must have not had Gino's. Come on, my treat, let me take you."

"Naw girl, I'm good. Maybe some other time when you warn me in advance so I'm dressed for it. I've been working all day and I am still in my work clothes."

She looked over what he had on.  Not that she even noticed but he was in his dark khakis and a work shirt. They were surprisingly clean though, for him to have been working all day.

"Okay, I got you, off to the store," she said.  "But if you don't mind me asking, how do you stay so clean working on dirty cars all day?"

"Good question. I have a bathroom with a shower at the shop and I showered and changed before I left.  I uh, didn't want you to see me all grimy."

"Ooo, but that might be a little sexy."

"It's not."

"So wait, you do that every night? Like the night I met you?"

"I did that night but I don't every night.  Some days it just doesn't matter, I'm tired and worn out and go straight home and just shower there."

"You live alone?"

He grinned and looked at her.

"No, I live with my girlfriend, I thought I told you that."

"Shut up! I'm just asking because maybe you lived with friends, or family or—"

"I have been on my own for a long time and I ain't ever lived with anyone...unlike you...."

"Touche."

They stopped at Dierbergs not far from her house. She almost felt some kind of way getting out of the car and following him to the store. If he thought he would not fit into the scene at Gino's he really would feel out of place at this Dierbergs. Many times she was the only Black person there, and they were all used to her.  Hook did not look like a friendly neighborhood Black person to them, so maybe they would move to the other side of the aisle when they saw him or hold their purse tighter. Either way, this was going to be interesting.

"What are you interested in eating tonight? Gino's is Italian, I can do that or—"

"I liked how your food looked the other day you sent a pic of. Make that."

"Oh no, you deserve better than something I quickly whipped up, but I got you."

She followed him around as he pushed the cart and put food in it. She looked over his shoulder and asked what he was buying and what stuff was. He kept pushing her off and telling her to just wait and see. She went to the wine department and picked out a couple of bottles.

He paid for everything, even her expensive wine. She felt bad because she didn't like the cheap stuff. Maybe he could not afford her wine. She offered to pay but he said this was his date and he was in control. He was one of those types of men.

Back at her place, she changed into something comfortable while he went to work in the kitchen. She did not care if the man was making grilled cheese sandwiches, a man that could cook in the kitchen was sexy.

She poured herself a glass of wine and watched him work. He cut up peppers and onions and sautéed them while he salted boiling water.  Then he started on a salad that was anything but basic. There were mushrooms, onions, peppers, tomatoes, black olives, and two types of cheese including her favorite Imos's provel. He asked her what she liked in her salads, but she did not expect him to chop it all up himself.  He could have got a bagged mix as she did. The man even toasted his own croutons!

In the boiling water, he added not spaghetti pasta but penne. Then to the sautéed veggies, he added ground beef and sausage. It smelled so good. He seasoned that and got out her big casserole dish. He added the sauce to the meat mixture and drained the pasta.

"Wow!  You are doing your thing in here."

"Come here," he said to her.

She walked over to him and he leaned over and kissed her.

She smiled.

"What was that for?"

"I just realized I haven't kissed you yet today."

Damn, he was sexy as hell.

He layered the penne pasta in the pan with layers of cheese, then popped it in the already heated stove. He got the French bread out and started on that.

"You want something to drink while you're busy in here?"

He grabbed her wine glass and took a sip from it.

"This is good stuff, pour me a glass."

Damn, why was this man making her fall for him? All she was trying to do was get some dick tonight, but he was tip-tapping on her feelings.

Her kitchen smelled amazing and her stomach growled thinking about all that good food he was making.

He plated salads for them and sat them on the table. The mostaccioli was done and good. The garlic bread toasted just right. She took out her phone and snapped pictures of everything.

"What are you doing woman?"

"I have peeps that won't believe a man is cooking for me. I have to have proof."

"That's like taking pics of my dick and saying peeps don't believe a brotha packing it and working it out," he said.  "You want that pic too?"

"Maybe later," she said, winking at him.

The food was so good she thought she was going to have to be rolled out of there. She was so glad she was not lactose intolerant because of all the cheese she ate. She still felt bloated.  That was not going to stop her from going to town on him tonight.

"Want me to pack this all away so you can eat the leftovers all week?"

"You can take some home since you paid for everything."

"Woman, stop worrying about that. I know you make a lot of money, but I'm straight."

"How do you know I make a lot of money?"

He looked all around the house and waved his arms.

"Matthew bought this house."

"And I bet you're going to keep it after the divorce."

"I don't know. I may move. Bad memories and such...unless you and I make some new memories," she said, pulling off his shirt.

Then he had her bent over the sink giving her his thick, long dick as she moaned and came all over him. Yes, she could get used to that.

A/N: Again, a man that can cook! Still unsure about these two as a couple but we shall see.

XOXO
Kimberly