Playtime Rules

Rule #10 I'm Not Your Mother, Therapist, or Friend

The food was delicious.

The company even better. They sat right there in the large kitchen, at the bar, and ate and talked and laughed with each other. She asked him about his tattoos, and he told her he got the first one against his parents' wishes at fifteen and he had been addicted to them ever since.

"They are sexy."

"Come on, I'm more than my body and a pretty face, right." He elbowed her. "What else do you like about me?"

"You're a great kisser."

He leaned over and gave her a kiss for that.

"I'll give you that. You as well."

He grabbed their plates, took them to the sink, rinsed them off, and put them in the dishwasher. He then pulled out several black containers and started to portion out the leftover food using a scale and a measuring cup. It was so interesting to her, she walked over to watch him.

"How'd you get into all of this? The food stuff?"

"I have clients that don't understand what they should be eating, so after finishing my degree I took some nutrition certifications so I could be able to give the correct advice on how to eat to lose, maintain, gain or build muscle." He talked while he quickly measured out the food and placed it into each container. There was enough for at least eight more meals.

"So I can get a meal plan from you? Will you come and cook it for me as well?"

He grinned and kissed her. "For you, yes. For my clients, no."

"You should help them by preparing the food as well. Less work to do, and I hate slaving over a stove."

"I got you, baby."

Damn, she loved the way he called her baby. She was all hot and gushy inside. She was still in her swimsuit and nothing else. His sexy chest and arms were out and she wanted to be wrapped in them, but she needed to control herself and behave.

"I don't believe you told me why you don't have a girlfriend."

He silently put away all of the containers of food. He did not seem as if he wanted to answer the question.

"Looks like you are avoiding the question, JeVonte. Hiding something?"

"Nothing to hide, I just rather not talk about it." He put his arms around her and she forgot the question. "All that matters now is you, here with me right now."

Then that was all that mattered to her. Rule number ten, she was not a man's mother, therapist, or friend. They all were hurt by someone in their past, a parent, a friend, or an ex. She was not going to tell him that she was going to be a different type of girl because she probably was going to end up hurting him. He wanted a full-blown relationship. She was not thinking on that level.

"Can we go back outside and sit out there and stare at the stars?"

"I'd rather just stare at you," he said, kissing her neck.

He knew how to say the right things. He grabbed a blanket for them, dimmed the lights inside, and they went outside and he lit a couple of citronella candles. She sat on one of the chairs and laid all the way back. He came over with the blanket and covered her up as he lay beside her and held her in his arms.

It was dark outside now. The sky was clear but there were not many stars. Still, it was romantic being there with him.

"Yancy," he said softly to her. "I want us to take our time and get to know each other, but I also want you so bad."

"Feeling is mutual."

She rolled over so that she lay on top of him, her hands caressing down his chest.