Choose Me- the second novel

Chapter 92- so sexy

Jay's POV

Taylor Elena Harris has serious class, she hung her coat up and removed her louboutins in the cloakroom. Asked before she could freshen up in my bathroom and is now pouring me a drink in my kitchen. I have her alone, after what feels like the longest time I have craved having her here, to myself.

"Hey you can do the chopping" she says smiling over at me, I stride around the kitchen island and wrap my arms around her waist. Feeling her breathe in deeply as I rest my head in the space of her neck, inhaling her perfume and smiling. She passes me an onion and I look down at her smiling.

"You just wanna see me cry" I chuckle.

"Honestly I cannot imagine you ever crying" she laughs as I set up the wooden board and grasp a knife. Taylor preps the beef and places it in the boiling hot, oiled pan. She faces me leaning on the side watching me chop.

"Is this okay?" I say to her as I chop the onion into fine pieces.

"Yes very good" she laughs sipping her wine.

"Onion, garlic and garam masala" she says emptying the wooden bowl into the pan. Seasoning the mixture and creating the most glorious smelling food I've ever witnessed.

"Ginger and some turmeric" she smiles and I love watching her in my kitchen. Bending to place the naans into my double oven I watch her straighten herself up and look over me.

"You can't imagine me crying why ?" I say softly as she stirs the rice.

"Because you're pretty closed off, you're pretty much an alpha male" she says softly.

"That's it for now" she says immediately after her admission blushing slightly whilst placing a lid on the pan.

"I suppose I can be, ironically you're the person I'm most open with" I admit grasping the board and placing it in the dishwasher. I pour her more wine as she settles down on a stool before I join her.

"Your dancing is wonderful by the way, it's clear you're the best and super talented" I compliment as she watches me, crossing one leg over the other on my black leather bar stool. Her eyes just shimmering under the twinkling lights. I briefly imagine her in the lakehouse, just quickly the thought flits through my mind before I can barely stop myself.

The lakehouse that I own, was passed down to me from my father. Set against South Lake Tahoe, it's an impressive five acres. Facing views over the six hundred and sixty feet shoreline all equipped with its own private boathouse and pier. I imagine her waltzing down the steps before I can resist the dream.

"Thanks Jay" she smiles back at me, and I can barely believe that I am chit chatting with a girl instead of making moves on her.

"When did you start?" I ask intrigued watching her body language and how she is facing me. Her open hands and perfect posture. It's no wonder my mother liked her even from their brief encounter.

"Young, maybe five or six" she explains tucking her hair over her exposed shoulders.

"My dad left, when I was around three and a half inexplicably and without warning and shortly after that mom was taking me everywhere. To fill the time and the gaps in our schedule we would be out all weekend. Gymnastics, football clubs, everything the lot. Until finally I settled on becoming a dancer. She clapped her hands happy that I'd chosen something I loved" she explains, smiling completely relaxed.