Young and Hungry (Just Write it-2015)

Young and Bold 3

GABI

Dinner was made and cooked to perfection. The chicken was a glorious bronze and my homemade sauce made it all the more delectable.

It was in fact my favorite dish to make for many reasons, but mostly because it was the first meal my mom ever taught my how to cook. "Once you can make a good chicken, anythings possible" She would say. She had repeated that phrase so many times I still hear it in her voice every time I baste a bird.

I honor every chicken dish in her memory and now, even through the balaconies window I could tell Josh was enjoying it. He looked so poised and happy sitting out on the terrace.

The wind blew through his hair so gracefully it actually put me into an unintentional trance. His fingers moved swifly over his tablet so quickly it was hard not just focus on that, but I couldn't help but to look at his every muscle and curve. He was amazing physically, yes, but he was so much more.

I took notice to his glass, and seeing that it was almost empty I headed out with the pitcher of water knowing he would want more.

"Thanks." He says as he held his glass up for me.

For some reason I shook slightly as I was pouring, he still can't make me feel this nervous can he?

"Take a seat." He said to me with a bright smile, now pushing the tablet to the side.

I took a seat opposite him, still feeling the nerves in my fingers dancing and hoping he doesn't notice.

"So I was thinking about what I would like next week." He said, a smile still plastered on his face and his hair still moving with the breeze.

Me, how about you have me next week, I thought to myself. I could feel myself blushing at the thought and tried my best to focus on his words.... and not his other .... features....

I instead nod as he suggests different options for next week most of which I have cooked for him before.

"You doing anything tonight Gabs?" He asks then takes a drink from his glass, full on changing the entire conversation.

"Just going to go home, eat some dinner nothing too exciting." I say trying unsuccessfully not to focus on him but on the city-scape behind him.

"Oh, why don't you just eat here?" He asks flashing me those puppy dog eyes on me, boy does he know how to get what he wants.

"Sure, if you dont mind." I say to him knowing sometimes he likes the company and sometimes I get the faintest of hints that he likes me.

I brace my hand on the arm of the chair ready to stand but before I do he is already on his feet.

"Let me do it, you have been working all day you deserve a break." He says as he collects his now empty plates from the table and heads back into the kitchen.

I can't help but to look at his perfectly formed ass as he leaves then forcing myself to think the same thought over and over.... you're my boss, you're my boss. .. aargh... you're.. just... so... perfect..