ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE

Episode 160

" These salmon fillets are delicious, Matilda," Nicholas said as he placed the last morsel in his mouth and swallowed it along with the remains of his third glass of wine. " I forgot how well you cooked. Maybe that's where our son gets it from. " He laughed softly. " If you can inherit a thing like that. "

Matilda smiled demurely as she refilled his glass deftly. " Oh , I do my best with whatever I find in the kitchen. I do enjoy being domestic occasionally. My Race fancied my cooking. Once. "

Nicholas had a glazed look in his green eyes as he reached out for her hand. He pressed a kiss on it. " You know when I found out about our son , about you keeping his existence a secret from me, I hated you. "

Matilda swallowed hard and then fought to maintain her cheery smile and seductive persona. " And now, Nicholas? Do you still hate me? "

Nicholas stared at her beautiful oval shaped face with its perfect blend of makeup. She was not as beautiful as Jenessa or as cultured as Irena. And , she was not Margaret..... But there was something almost magical about this woman. Like she was a witch casting a spell on him. Just like old times. He picked up his glass of wine and drained it in one greedy gulp.  He still loved Jenessa but she was gone and he was so very lonely. The one thing he loathed was being alone.

He put down the emptied glass. He leaned closer to her, feeling drawn to those magnificent eyes , to the almost challenge he saw within their orbs. "Hate you? Sometimes. But others I don't..... I don't hate you at all. "

His arms reached out and he pulled her from her own dining room chair into his lap. Her arms wrapped around his body and she leaned forward slightly to rub her breasts against his chest.

" I don't hate you. I just don't understand you. I don't understand why I keep wanting you so much....."

" Why try to understand? ," she whispered as her breath seemed to drift across the skin of his face. " Just act. You're a widower. I'm a widow. We share a wonderful son. What would it hurt? Don't tell me you have not thought about it? Us ? "

Their lips met in a deep longing kiss that increased steadily as Matilda's tongue slid ever so easily into Nicholas's mouth. Nicholas groaned avidly as he stood up from the chair with her still in his arms and their lips still joined in a kiss that never seemed to want to end in a final climax.