hey guys sorry i haven't uploaded for so long....

i moved to another town and as you can imagine my whole life is a big mess right now that i am trying to tidy up....

so this is how their cooking at his place went.....

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Chapter 7

“Are you going to tell me why you really come to the cafe?”

“Oh I don't know. I am the one doing the interrogating today.” He teased. She was feeling very relaxed now with him. She placed her hand on his chest and felt the muscles there flex. 'WOW that is how the chest of a guy feels' she thought.

“Please.....” she said. She was feeling so hot now as if a tremendous heat wave was going from his body to hers, just by the touch of her hand to his chest. This was getting out of hand but she did not have the power to stop it.

“OK, I will....”

The bacon in the frying pan chose that particular moment to make a very loud bursting sound that made Nicky jump off her skin.

“Relax cupcake it is only the bacon getting crispy and delicious for us to eat later. But you are supposed to keeping an eye on it. Am I distracting you too much?” The last part he chose to whisper it even closer to her ear than before, making her tremble with desire.

“Nnno....” She stuttered and got a little further from him with the excuse of going closer to the pan to supervise it.

“I was just excited about finally finding out why you keep coming in the cafe every day.”

“So you are bored with me just after two days of seeing me there?” Mike teased.

“No, you know that is not it. And don't think I don't know what you are doing. You are evading telling me the real reason why you are there.” Mike smirked at her.

“Busted”

“Yes you are! Now tell me! You promised.”

“Hey the bacon smells like it is ready, help me with the eggs here. Make sure I did not drop any egg shells in the bowl.” Mike said while cracking a few eggs in a bowl.

“Still evading. I thought you were a man of your word. Disappointing, very disappointing.” She was feeling more relaxed around him now, probably because her overexcited body was taking over and her cautious self was taking a back step. Mike took up on her teasing tone and felt pretty satisfied she was finally relaxing enough to let her whole personality show. She was getting more appealing to him by the minute.

“I promised to tell you and I will cupcake. I just wanted to wait until the food was ready and we were eating. So that we will have something to talk about while eating.”

“Ya! Cause we have obviously run out of subjects to converse.” She mocked him and he loved it. He smiled warmly to her direction.

“Have a little more patience cupcake. Where is your self control anyway?”

“Gone out of the window when you entered the cafe yesterday.” She said spontaneously and immediately placed a hand over her mouth when she realised what she had just admitted. Too late. The words had already flown out of her mouth. She looked at him wide eyed and blushed furiously. Her unruly hormones had obviously totally taken hostage of her mind and her common sense. Mike smirked and got closer to her once more.

“I did not realise I had such an influence to you.”

“Thhhhhat is not what I mmmeant. Sssorrry. I have to use the rest room.”

“It is on the upper floor first door on the right. Take your time. Since the bacon is ready I can handle the rest on my own for a while.” He gave her some space sensing that if he crowded her or detained her in any way at that moment he would have the exact opposite results from the ones he desired. And oh how much he desired. It was too long since he had felt this attracted to a woman.

She practically run from the kitchen up the stairs like she was chased by rabid dogs. She entered the bathroom, went to the sink and threw some cold water on her face. She looked at her image in the mirror and mumbled to herself.

“I can't believe you just told him such a thing. What is wrong with you. You never act this way. You are a virgin for god's sake. You have never even had a boyfriend. When did you get to be so brazen with guys. Get a hold of yourself. What is he going to think of you talking to him like that. First you stalk him to his house and then you throw yourself at him. And only after seeing him twice. And as a customer not as a date.” She scowled at her image.

After leaving alone for so long without any family or friends at home she talked to herself from time to time. Just to hear some sound in her house. Not that she was crazy or anything, just lonely. Right now while she was scowling at her self, for the first time she wished the mirror image could speak to her and tell her what to do. She could not go down there and face him after what she had just said. Still she could not leave the house without telling him something. That would be just rude and make her situation even worse than it was already.

She obviously had to relax and regroup. She could not take back what she said. She wondered whether she should just go and apologise to him once again. Though this time there was nothing to apologise about. She had not offended or insulted him, she had just all but admitted that she had the hots for him. She stayed there rooted in front of the mirror trying to figure out what course of action to pursue. After a few more minutes passed, her mind was still totally blanc. She had absolutely nothing. She looked at her watch and realised that she was up there for more than ten minutes. She had to go back. It would be rude to be absent for more time than she already was. And dangerous. He was counting on her helping him cook. He could burn himself and that would be her fault for not being there to help him.

She washed her hands and her face once more trying to cool off her body. It was its fault that she had told him something like that. She got out of the bathroom and was ready to head downstairs when the half open door of the room opposite the bathroom got her attention. It was a children's room. She knew she was not supposed to run around his house investigating it but her curiosity got the better of her once more. She opened the door carefully not to be heard downstairs and got inside the room. It was big room with two beds in one side with pretty covers with looney toons on them and an assorting lamp on the night stand in the middle of them. There were also big teddy bears on each of them. They were adorable, every child's dream.

In the other side of the room there was a kid table with little chairs around it and a bookcase full of toys and drawing books. It was amazing. It looked like two kids actually lived there. Nicky started wondering whether he had lied to her and he actually did have a wife and kids. Two from the looks of it. Why else would he have a room fully equipped for them. Then she remembered how lovingly he had talked about his nieces before, even though he had called them twin monsters. Could he actually love them that much to have a room for them for when they visited. She went towards the closet and opened it. She knew she was totally out of order but she had to know he was telling her the truth. Inside the closet she found mostly sheets blankets and only a couple of changes of clothes. This was not a room of two full time living children. There should have been tons of clothes there since kids are well known for soiling them faster than the speed of light. Her married co workers always grumbled about the loads of washing they had to do on daily bases.

She closed the closet door feeling ashamed of herself for doubting him. He was obviously a very caring person that loved children and had easily welcomed her to his home after catching her stalking him. And how did she repay him? She doubted him and spied his rooms and closets. She left quickly and almost run downstairs, having forgotten why she had run upstairs in the first place. She entered the kitchen and immediately burst into laughter. He was trying quiet unsuccessfully to drain the pasta of its boiling water. He had managed to throw water everywhere and he probably had burned himself a little bit. She run to him and took over the task.

“Here let me do that before you burn yourself even more.”

“I did not burn myself... Much. I was doing just fine with it”

“I am sure you are. Just let me help a little bit so I don't feel totally useless here. We were supposed to be cooking together and you are doing most of the work.” Nicky said not wanting to make him feel bad about his blindness.

“OK!Drain it and I will bring you the bacon the eggs and the cream.” In mere seconds he was back to her with all the ingredients. She had placed the pasta back to the fire and from behind her Mike started putting the bacon and eggs in the pasta, trapping her that way between his body and the pan.

“Could you stir the pasta cupcake so that the ingredients go everywhere.” He said close to her ear and the shiver that run through her body reminded her the reason she had run to the bathroom. She blushed once more and she started fidgeting. Mike sensed her uneasiness.

“Hey cupcake relax. The food is going to be great, you will see. It is my speciality and you will love it. Trust me!” He knew that the food was the last thing on her mind but he wanted to reassure her that he was glad the way things were turning out between them and that she had nothing to feel ashamed of.

She got the underling meaning of his words and relaxed a little bit. Maybe she had not ruined everything. She thought. They went on preparing the pasta together him being constantly close to her, as if he was trying to make her get used of his body embracing her. Like he would approach a scared animal.

When the food was ready she was glad that she finally had the chance to get some space between them, since they sat opposite of each other in the kitchen table. Not that she had found his closeness disagreeable. Quiet the opposite. She was so hot she wondered if steam was coming out of her pores. She had barely contained herself from rubbing herself on his body like a satisfied cat. These feelings were very puzzling. She was a pretty restrained girl. She shouldn't have acted that way.

“So! Do you like the pasta?” Mike asked her interrupting her thoughts. She looked at her plate and realised she had not tasted it yet. She quickly took a bite and savoured the taste of it.

“It is actually pretty good. You do know how to cook!!!”

“Hey I can't take the credit for it. We made it together.”

“Naaah you did most of the work! And now that we are actually at the table eating, are you finally going to tell me why you come to the cafe everyday?”

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