Chapter 10
"Francis, you don't have to make me breakfast," I said, walking down the stairs and following the smell into the kitchen. Francis stood in front of the stove, making something I probably never could.
"Of course I have to, mademoiselle," he replied, turning to me and smiling.
Today was April 16; my birthday. I turned 22 today. I wasn't planning on doing anything special, but Francis said otherwise. He told me that he was going to take me shopping and to a special dinner, but all I really wanted to do was hang out and order pizza. I wasn't the type to go for overboard fancy parties. I always wanted to sit at home, watch 'Duck Dynasty' reruns in jeans and a T-shirt, be surrounded by what small amount of friends I had, and eat pizza.
I walked over and took a seat on a stool, watching him cook. Like always, he was in nothing except long pajama bottoms. I wasn't much better and was dressed in an oversized long sleeved shirt that went down to my middle thighs and covered my short shorts that I was wearing underneath.
"What are you making?" I asked, getting up and walking over to him. I looked over his shoulder and into the frying pan. I felt my eyes widen when I saw what was sizzling in the pan.
"BACON!" I exclaimed.
I hadn't had the stuff in a long time. Mostly because Francis didn't like the idea of commoner food in the house and because he claimed it was just fatty grease which it was. Since he made me follow him all day, I didn't have time to go to the store and secretly fry it at night, believe me, I had tried.
He finished frying the last of the bacon and put the it in the tuber ware container and held it in front of me.
"I could kiss you!" I exclaimed, reaching to grab the tuber ware. He pulled it out of reach and held it above him. I frowned and started to protest, but he stopped me.
"What did you just say, mon cheri?" he asked.
"Nothing," I replied quietly, blushing to my ears. I tried to grab the container again, but he moved it higher up.
"This requires payment," he said simply.
"What kind of payment?" I replied. I had a pretty good idea what he wanted, but for bacon, I was willing to do whatever he wanted.
"Simple," he replied, smiling. "A kiss."
I crossed my arms over my chest and considered the options. I could skip the kiss and not get my bacon. After all I made it this far without eating it. Then again I still loved the stuff. I could kiss him and hate every second of it and get my beautiful bacon. I stomped my foot and frowned. I hated making decisions.
"Fine, I'll kiss you," I said, glumly. "But there are some rules."
Francis smiled. "Okay, but I have final say," he replied.
"Rule 1: no tongue," I said.
"Fine, since you are apparently inexperienced, I'll give you that," Francis said, frowning.
"Rule 2: no touching,"
"Veto," he said.
I sighed. I expected him to veto that, but I still hoped he wouldn't take advantage of it.
"Rule 3: Only a 5 second kiss, no more,"
"Veto," he said.
I was beginning to wonder if the bacon was worth the risk.
"Fine!" I said, "Ready?"
"No, one more rule. You must kiss me back." he said.
I grimaced but nodded.
