Mary Oceans Hurts

Chocolate muffin

"I talked to my father, and he reviewed some things. To make it short, Listers will be investing into your bakery." Charles sat comfortably in a small wooden chair behind Mary while she baked.

"What!? I wasn't aware you were planning on investing."

"I was going to do it out of pocket but then I remembered what my job is." He laughed, a child-like laugh that Mary had never heard come out of him before.

"You know, you've never been to my home." He cut his sweet laugh off.

"Well, you haven't invited me." Smiled Mary tilting her head, mocking him a bit. He laughed at her quirk.

"Would you feel comfortable spending the night with me at my home, miss Mary?" Her heart dropped a bit but a soft smile formed on her face when she remembered their bodies emerged in each others that stormy night.

"So polite." That he was. "Yes. I would love to, good gentleman." Mary's smile made his lips curve up. He walked up and stood behind her placing his big masculine hands on her waist, his body nearing hers he placed his soft warm lips on her neck sending shivers down her body.

An unpredicted moan escaped her lips and her hands left the kitchen tools and gripped onto his. Her body craved his and so did his hers but they wouldn't act on their impulses out of respect for each other and uncertainty of being welcomed.

He didn't trust himself to stand that close to her any longer.

"Go ahead and take a warm shower, I've got this." He said, removing his hands from her waist, releasing his body from the hold hers had on him.

"You know how to make cinnamon rolls?" Questioned Mary.

"Of Course. I had to learn to make my mother some for mother's day when I was younger." Charles couldn't hold in his glee, and so he smiled, he smiled hard. He loved being near her, nothing compared to her mere presence.

"Well." Mary stood in place awkwardly, not taking any initiative to go shower.

"What's wrong?" Concerned Charles shifted.

Mary diverted her eyes shyly. "This is kind of embarrassing but the water heater broke. There is no hot water and so-"

"Guess you'll have to warm up in my home. Go pack what you'll need, I'll place these in the oven." He said, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, forming butterflies in her stomach. She turned to do as he said.

"Mary." He called and she faced him once more. "Don't do that again. Don't be embarrassed by anything when you're with me." Charles reassured her. Mary nodded her head and quietly turned.

When the cinnamon rolls were done and Mary was all packed, they drove 40 min over to his residence, which was a penthouse not too far from Listers. When Mary entered the place, she couldn't help but be captivated by the masculine aura and calming atmosphere. The furniture was similar to that of the office, brown leather and yellow lamps. Even the scent was manly, not male perfume, no. Charles' scent, warm and calming.

"Do you want a tour, sweetheart. Or would you like to discover it all on your own?" Although his voice remained deep his tone was gentle and welcoming.

Mary turned to him with joy written all over.

"Show me to the bathroom, I'll explore after I wash up." She smiled.

"Alright." He pulled her in, kissing her gently on the lips. He couldn't get enough of her, his mind raced with thoughts, unfiltered, lustful thoughts.

The doorbell rang, Charles relentlessly left Mary's lips and turned to open the door.

It was Leslie, the ex. She sported a long black trench coat partially open exposing her melons and long black leather heeled boots that stopped below her knees.