Young and Hungry (Just Write it-2015)

Young and Dancing 3

JOSH

"The food tastes great tonight. Did you do anthing differently?" I ask between large bites.

"I added a few new ingredients that I saw in your cupboard, and I thought I could go all out. Working in a kitchen like yours is a dream, mine is so small I barely have room to put a pizza in the oven let alone cook and prepare a dessert."

"Well you're welcome to use my kitchen anytime." I say with a smile truly meaning my words.

Any excuse to see her when she wasn't working for me was a blessing. This isn't really a job that you punch in and out on a clock, yet when she wears that apron of hers I know she's in "work mode".

"What about you, did you do anything different today?" She asks with a smile having already almost finished the food on her plate.

"Well the new app production is going well just a few more bugs to work through."

"Oh, no literal bugs I hope." She says slightly laughing at her own unoriginal joke.

"Oh no. Spiders aren't invading my workspace, if they were I'm not sure if I could actually work through it." I joke back.

I see our glasses are empty and am in the mood for some liquor, needing to relax.

"I'm going to have some rum, you want some?" I ask now standing and gathering most if the dishes from the table.

"Are you sure thats a good idea, you remember last time...." she says now helping me collect the last of the plates.

"It will be fine, besides, last time I drank the hard stuff, having not eaten good food for awhile." I say as we both walk to the kitchen and place the dishes in the sink.

"Just one. I told Sofia I would meet her later."

I walk to the back fridge, where I keep my "collection" of liquor and take out some rum. I spot some rootbeer cans on the bottom shelf and grab those too, knowing Gabi will need a chaser.

I come back to the kitchen and notice she is dancing, in place, at the sink. She sways from side to side as her hands scrub at the excess food on our dishes. Never has someone looked so sexy washing dirty plates.

I walk a little closer and then I get noticed.

"Oh hey, I just wanted to clean these up other wise Yolanda will have a fit." She says her hands dipping in the sudsy water scooping up another plate and proceeding to scrub it clean.

"Here let me help." I say as I walk over to her, setting down the liquor on the island counter.

We stand shoulder to shoulder as she hands me the clean plates. I dry them with a rag and place them in their appropriate cupboard.

She hands me the next plate after scrubbing at it for awhile and as I go to reach it her fingers run over mine. It sends waves through my body. I put it in the cupboard and pretend it has no effect but with each next dish I hope it happens again.

It was just minutes later that we were done and had each pour ourselves a shot of rum.

It kind of surprised me actually, she didn't seem like a shot girl. She doesn't seem like any girl I have ever met before and I like that I can't predict things about her.

It was three drinks in, as we were both getting pretty drunk, when I noticed we were sitting side by side on my couch. In that moment I realized that she makes me happier than any other woman that I have ever met, family excluded.

Her cheeks were reddening from the buzz and her smile wasn't as forced as it is at times. She just seemed so free. Her apron now lay in a pile on the floor and her black dress was now wrinkled at her thighs, Gabi are you trying to turn me on?

Without even thinking about it I place my hand on her thigh, drunkenly needing to touch her.