Edser OS and Short Stories

You Want Me, Baby (AU) Chapter 9

Eda looked down at her two-piece black set, consisting of a short mini skirt and a matching top with spaghetti straps. Her black lacy bra was peeking through it, and it was a deliberate move on her part. After all, she knew that tonight her nice lingerie wouldn't be wasted, at least this is what she hoped for, and prayed that somehow, she didn't read Serkan's intention in a wrong way or she would burn from shame on the spot.

Eda pressed on the doorbell ring and bit her lips when Serkan opened the door and greeted her with a bright smile. She looked with appreciation at his tall, muscular silhouette. He was dressed in a black collar shirt and tucked into the black pants. He rolled the sleeves up rolled up to his elbows, and left two upper buttons undone. 

He looked so sexy that Eda already couldn't tear her gaze from him. If this was his casual style, she could look at him to the end of her life.

"Hi, baby." Serkan greeted, taking her hand and pulling inside his apartment, before locking the door behind her.

When he leaned toward her to steal a quick kiss, Eda forgot about all her unreasonable doubts, which she had just seconds ago, and was sure she was dressed just right for the occasion. Sometimes, she was overthinking too much for her own good.

"Make yourself at home." Serkan gently squeezed her hand and kissed the side of her head before turning toward the kitchen.

This gesture was so tender that Eda had to pinch her arm to check if she wasn't dreaming because surely the man like this couldn't be real and was only a figment of her imagination, but it hurt, so apparently he was real as well as the place she was in.

Eda looked around the apartment with curiosity. It was a big, open-concept penthouse, very similar to hers, but there was nothing surprising about it. They lived in the same neighborhood as her building was just across the street and were constructed by the same company.

It was clear he moved in only recently, as the apartment was mostly empty. A couple of paintings were leaning against the wall, waiting to be hung, bookshelves were filled only halfway through as an open box with books was pushed in the corner, and the surfaces lacked any personal items and décor. Eda only spotted a guitar near the balcony's door and a telescope outside.

She stopped by the staircase leading to the upper floor and turned around to go to the kitchen, where Serkan was finishing the dinner for them, wearing an apron wrapped around his hips. At this sight she had to bite her bottom lips again because a man in a kitchen was her weak point, and he didn't lie when he told her he cooked.

Serkan just turned to her and smiled at her. He took an open bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, and gave her one when she sat comfortably on the kitchen island's counter, crossing her legs.

"Something is smelling nice." She said, taking the glass from his hand and leaning forward.

Serkan looked for a second too long at her bare, long legs and deep neckline before his gaze went up to her face, and he lifted the corner of his mouth into a confident half-smile.

"Do you want to taste it?" He asked, taking a spoon, dipping it into the pan, and bringing it to her lips. "But be careful, it's hot. Don't burn your lips."

Eda first gave him a seductive, long gaze, feeling his free hand resting on her thigh before she opened her mouth and tasted the sauce. Her eyes fell open, and she nodded with appreciation.

"This is really good. Where did you learn to cook?" She asked, and her praise was met with Serkan's big smile.

"Well, Eda Yildiz." He leaned closer, and his hand moved under her skirt higher on her thigh. "When I do something, I do it the best or don't do it at all."