Mrs. Grey

Chapter 8 Lets Talk

(Lola's POV)

After I was done changing, I walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the kitchen

Frederick had his back to me, digging in the refrigerator, getting out something

"What are me eating?" I asked

Frederick jumped, hitting his head against the top of the fridge

"Oww" he grumbled, rubbing his head

"Oh god, are you alright?" I asked, walking over to him and looking at his head, which was covered by his hand

"I-I'm good" he told me, smiling shyly

"Here, why don't you let me help you" I said, taking the tomatoes from his hands

"No!" Frederick said, taking them from my hands "I'm cooking and you are going to sit and relax" he told me, setting down the tomamtos and grabbing my hand and leading me to the tall stool infront of us

"But I-"

"Shhh....sit....stay" he said to me, helping me onto the stool

"I can do it myself" I told him, smiling

"I know, but I really like touching you" he said, wrapping his hands around my waist and squeezing my ass

"Hey....behave!" I told him, swatting his hands away

"Yes ma'am" he smiled, winking at me, as he half ass saluted me

I chuckled, shaking my head

The whole time he moved around, my eyes always landed on his naked torso

"You shouldn't do that" he told me

His voice, dragged me back to reality

"What?" I asked

He took a moment and then walked over to me

Frederick leaned over to me, so that our noses were touch

"Bite your lip" he grunted

I could feel his warm, minty breath, in my skin

"Sorry" I whispered, looking down at his beautiful plump lips

I on the other hand, hated my lips. They were way too big and people normally asked me if I got lip injections, which I didn't

"You're doing it again" he growled, licking his lips

"Sorry"

My voice came out low and heavy

"Frederick?" I asked

"Mm" he mumbled

"Your tomatoes...they are burning" I hummed, looking over at the stove, which had a pan, filled with tomatoes and onions, sizzling away

"Shit" he said, turning around and putting the heat down

"The things you do to me, distracting me long enough to burn my tomatoes" he said, smirking down as he cut up some chicken

"Sorry" I winked, resting my chin on my hand

"You're so beautiful" he said, in awe

I smiled widely

"And you're so cheesy" I teased him

He rolled his eyes and continued to cut the chicken

I got up from my stool and walked over to the living room, which was only a few steps away