You Got To Believe Me

Chapter Seven

Corbyn

"You sure it's no trouble?" I ask, biting my lip in worry.

I didn't want Jack to think I was using him or overworking him when he has only been here a day. Not that he worked for me....

Jack smiled at me, showing off his pearly whites. "Corbs, it's fine! I love cooking so you are just giving me an opportunity to do something I love."

"Okay, just making sure." I say, a deep breath coming out of me.

"Keep it up though and I will have to start charging you." Jack says with a wink of his pretty dark brown eye, making me grin.

Jack was cooking dinner for Daniel and Eben as well as their matches for tonight when we all met up at my house. After Jack's amazing shrimp alfredo last night I asked if he would make dinner for everyone, too high on flavor to think about how much work that would be.

"Cash or credit" I tease, but meaning every word. Jack would be a great chef and needed to have his own restaurant.

Jack smirks and walks closer to me. "Hmm neither."

I can't help myself and step closer to his as well, my hands drawn towards him and wrapping around his hips. "How would you like to be paid then?"

Jack's eyelids lower, hooding his pretty orbs, teeth sinking into his lower lip, drawing attention to how fucking plump it was. Such a pretty pink color that I desperately wanted to kiss until it was red.

"How about with kisses." Jack answered me.

A smirk making it's way onto my face as well at that answer. "I wouldn't mind that one bit." Is out of my mouth before I could think.

What started as a joke was quickly becoming something more. We were just drawn together like opposite charges of magnets. Our heads leaning closer to each other, my own tilting right and his left. Our breath mingling with each other.

"MORNING!" Is called out, breaking whatever spell Jack and I were under, making us jump apart.

I turn and see Christina in the doorway of the kitchen. She was all dolled up and looked amazing.

"Morning Christina, how did you sleep?" I asked, a smile spreading on my face.

Christina walking closer to me. "Great! But I would have sleep better in your bed." She tells me with a wink of her own brown eyes.

Whoa! It was only the second day, that's a bit fast. Then again I was almost about to kiss Jack seconds ago. Hmm...interesting.

"So..what were you two doing?" Christina asked, turning to face Jack.

"I was just cooking breakfast and thinking about what to make for everyone later." Jack explained.

"And I was just making sure it was alright by him that he made dinner." I tell her before smiling brightly, "and thank you for making breakfast." I add on, looking at the delicious omelets now.

I just couldn't wait until Christina came down and dug in before Jack could stop me. I only got halfway through before Jack forced the omelet away from me.

"Am sure Jack doesn't mind doing all the cooking. Anywho, let's dig in." Christina says, a big grin on her face.

"Sweet!" I shout out, running the short distance to the dining room table.

In the center the omlets were plated as well as some hashbrowns and round sagause.

Jack laughs and walks over to a seat, Chirstina following our leads and taking a seat by me....very closely.

"So I thought today, while Jack is cooking, we could go do something." Christina says, while placing a omelet and hashbrowns on the plate in front of her.

"Oh um I don't know." I say, feeling bad since Jack will be let home.

Jack shrugs his shoulders and waves it off. "Its cool. I plan on making lasagna so it will keep me busy. Plus you are suppose to get to know us, can't do that when we each are around. We can do something tomorrow."

Jack was so cool and easy going, but not in the pushover type of way. I knew that if he really didn't like something or want to do something he would tell me.

"Okay, what would you like to do?" I ask Christina.

Her brown eyes sparkle and a big smile spreads arcoss her face. Aww, I liked seeing her happy, it was infectious.

"Mini golfing?" She asks, excitment in her eyes.

"Sounds fun to me." I agree.

"Cool, be back around 4:30, dinner will be around 5:30 or 6." Jack says, cutting into his ham and cheese omelet.

"Will do. Thanks again Jack."

"No problem."