Mikhail

12

"Did you see how she was starting at me?" Montse asked, looking at me incredulously as we got out of the car and set to go into the house. "If looks could kill, you wouldn't even get my ashes to keep. And you're telling me you don't know why?"

"Why don't you tell me why?" I said.

I was holding the bag of groceries we'd just bought in both my hands so I indicated for Montserrat to fetch the keys from my pocket. She did.

"Isn't it obvious." She asked as she inserted the key and unlocked the door. "She's jealous!"

"Yeah sure." I said wryly, following her into the house.

"Seriously! Are you sure she's not your ex-girlfriend?"

"Very."

I'd only ever seen that woman two times, today being the second time. The first time had been three weeks ago when I'd gone to her grocery store to get some fresh ground coffee.

Her sexual advances had been blatant and she'd suggested that we have a one time thing. I'd fucked her in her washroom, leaving the store totally unattended.

So yeah, I guess she was a one time fling, but Montse didn't have to know that.

"Well, she looked like she wanted to cry when I hugged your arm."

"So you did that deliberately." I said, looking at her in amusement.

"Why would I do that?" Annoyed lashes batted at me.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

I stepped closer to her, and she backed away. I didn't stop, and her back was soon touching the wall. I knew I was crowding her personal space, but I was enjoying this.

I placed my hands on either side of her and looked into her eyes. They were the bluest I'd ever seen, and they burned with so much innocence.

"Uh, what are you doing?" She asked shakily.

God, her lips looked so pink and soft. So damn kissable.

I leaned down, my thoughts clouded with the need to taste her mouth. Then she widened her eyes in alarm. That snapped me out of my trance.

I pulled back before I could follow through with my urges. I deliberately flashed her a smirk to make it look like I was just messing with her.

She glared at me before stepping away. I could see her chest was still rising and falling easily.

What the hell had I been about to do?

"Okay, so what are you making us for lunch?" I asked, hoping to dissipate the tension in the air.

We entered the kitchen and I set the groceries on the counter.

"You mean what you are going to prepare for lunch. I wanna check out your culinary skills."

I snorted. "You're joking."

"What?" She looked at me in confusion. "Don't tell me you don't know how to cook?"

When I didn't say anything, her eyes widened. "No wonder the cooking appliances looked like they hadn't been used in ten years."

"Hey, I know how to prepare coffee." I said defensively.

"Of course, you're so good at it that the last you boiled the water, it ended up being burnt."

And then she burst out laughing.

I glared at her. "Very funny." I said sarcastically even as I found my gaze fixed dazedly on her. Her laugh was dazzling.

"I know right. Being funny is my forte."