DOMINANT✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK ONE)

Making bacon

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CHAPTER 11- MAKING BACON

I stand in front of the stove, shaking my hips, stirring the scrambled eggs and turning the bacon.

The sizzling sound of the bacon merges with the beats of "Burning up" by Jessie J and sets the mood of the song. I flip the pancake in the other pan while moving my body to the beat.

I am in a blue tank top with horizontal white stripes, a pink Betty Boo shorts and matching bed slippers.

I place the scrambled eggs in a ceramic dish that is on the marble counter top island. I place the bacon in another and the pancakes in the next. I turn off the stove, turn around towards the island and sort out the food. One plate for me, Roxie and Johnattan.

As much as Johnattan and I are not on good terms - well at least to me, I'm a guest in his home so it's okay if I make breakfast for him.

And it's not like he ordered me... I'm not his slave. It's just a kind gesture.

I place the Styrofoam plate piled with bacon, pancake bits and eggs on the floor and Roxie digs in. I smile at her and pet her head. I turn to the counter and check on the coffee. I take out two mugs, fill them with the dark liquid and added milk.

Suddenly "Want to want me" by Jason Derulo comes on and I whoop. I start to sing, moving my feet and swaying to the beat. I place the coffee on the island, take a dish towel swinging it over my head and moving my hips side to side.

"Girl you're the one I want to want me and if you want girl you got me!" I sing as I wipe the counter clean of grease and water.

I move the pans off the stove and into the sink, turning on the water. After plugging and filling the sink, I spin around and I come eye to... well chest with Johnattan.

I take in his well-toned chest and slightly frown when I see that there aren't any more black curls for me to tug and twirl. His chest is smooth, muscular and with each breath he takes his pecks push up to say 'here we are.'

I look up to meet his eyes and I find them filled with amusement. He smirks at me and I raise a brow.

"Ms. Hase I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says in a husky tone.