Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 14

"Can you cook?" I raised my eyebrows at his sudden question but answered anyway.

"Yes. I can."

"Great. Heather won't be preparing our meals anymore. I figured she would have this free time if we weren't here. We're really putting her out of her way." I remained silent. He was the one putting her out of her way. If he hadn't brought me here, she would have spent her free time doing something else.

"I hope you don't mind preparing your own meals. We can switch, I'll cook today, you tomorrow and so on." I didn't mind cooking my own meals; in fact, Mia and I usually cooked together. But that's not the real question.

"Can you cook?" I asked with a raised brow.

He chuckled, "Yes, I can. I wouldn't suggest I cook if I couldn't do it."

True but still.

"You don't look like the type to cook for himself."

He chuckled, "What exactly do I look like?"

I'm sure he doesn't want me to answer that question honestly. "You just don't look like someone who cooks."

He shook his head, "I'm single. If I don't cook, who's going to cook for me?"

A maid.

He was rich enough to afford one.

"You look like a person who dines out five times a week and eats salad for the remaining two days." He looked like the type to be on a model magazine. He had a great body; he probably doesn't even junk food, unlike me who can't seem to stay away from pizza.

He chuckled, "I rarely dine out, and I usually eat a salad every day for lunch. My dinner is usually heavier. I can cook. I'll show you my cooking skills later."

"Okay," I said unconvinced. Mia had told me the same thing when we just moved in together. The rice was hard, and the chicken was burnt. I had to teach her cook, and now she's good enough to cook for herself.

I looked down at my empty dish in front of me. "Are we still going to walk the horses?"

He shook his head, "No, sorry. Howard is probably on his way back now. It would be too late when he gets here. Maybe a next day. We can find something else to do in the meantime."

"Okay." I felt kinda guilty that Howard had to go look for me. I wonder what excuse Brad had given him for my supposed 'runaway'. After all, we are supposed to be a loving couple on vacation.

"Do you play chess?"

I smiled at him, "You're looking at the captain of the chess club of Silvertone High School, the years 2011-2013." I always get proud when telling people I knew how to play chess. However, I'm not THAT good at it. There were only eight persons in the chess club, and for some reason, they elected me to be the captain. They were the only persons I've ever played with, and considering it's been a while since I left high school, I don't have much experience.

"You're looking at New York City state champion, 2008."

Oh.

My eyes widen at his statement.

Okay, so there is no way I can beat him at chess.

"Would you like to play a match with me?" he asked.

After boasting about my achievements, I had no choice but to accept. "Sure," I mumbled.

He smiled. "Great. Why don't you meet me in the library in an hour? I'll go talk to Heather and get everything sorted out."

I nodded, "Sure."

I lifted my empty dish, but he placed his hands over mine, "Leave them. I'll bring them to the kitchen."