Captivated

Chapter Nine

The winding road that Nolan's house is on is like one out of a movie. It’s all white picket fencing and picture perfect lawns, the grass is always green and the flowers always look good. If I didn’t know better I would think that anyone living on this lane would be a nose in the air prudish kind of person; but of course I know better. I suppose it doesn’t matter what you have in your life, it matters where you come from and the kind of person you are. I thanked the cabbie as I stepped out of his city cab into Nolan's drive. His house is a very modern looking building. Square-ish in shape with lots of windows, modern siding and skyway lighting letting the natural light in. The colors he had chosen were very neutral, pale light tones with accenting dark browns, greys and blues, light greens; a great choice of colors.

I didn’t bother knocking and I let myself into his foyer with the spare key he’d given me. Inside it’s a very open concept home; the foyer opens up into the living area with an unobstructed view of the ceiling to floor windows revealing the pebbled back yard surrounding a large pool. The kitchen and dining area are the only two rooms on the main floor that are hidden behind a wall.

"Nolan?" I yelled as I placed my purse down onto the floor beside the door and slipped out of my shoes. I had decided to go home and change after helping Hazel with the lunch clean up, Sunday's Miranda's closes early. I'd slipped into simple jogging pants and a dressy tank top. Simple yet elegant enough.

"In the Kitchen" he answered his voice smooth. I smiled as I headed towards the kitchen hearing the light melody playing over the radio, probably the regular radio station. Nolan was standing by the island hovering over top of a cutting board intently focusing on what he was doing. I couldn’t help but admire him a little bit. It wasn’t that I didn’t find Nolan attractive, because I did; how could you not? With his light hair and sunny tan, his built form and smooth voice; Nolan truly is a surfboard model without the modeling job. Beautiful in so many ways; but he is also one of my closest friends. I giggled a little seeing him. He was wearing light blue jeans that hugged his form in the same way a woman’s jeans would, emphasizing his ass. His polo shirt was also white and clean cut and op top of it all he was in a bright pink apron that was designed to look like a naked woman. Lacey and I had bought it for him years ago as a gag birthday gift and ever since then he has insisted on wearing it every time he cooks dinner for us.

"Looking sexy" I joked leaning against the frame of the door. I could hear him snicker but he didn’t remove his eyes from the cutting board and the piece of meat as he skillfully cut it into strips.

"I’m always sexy" he countered moving beautifully around the kitchen in a gracefully practiced motion; moving this and doing that. Placing the pieces of meat onto a platter as he cut them, collected a bunch of Barbequing tools and putting them all into a bowl. "Come grab this" he said looking up at me for the first time since id walked into the kitchen with a soft smile. "Where's Lace?"

"Hung-over. She asked for a rain check"

"Of course she did" he smiled as I moved over to him and picked up the bowl full of tools and spices. "Common" he motioned for me to follow him into the living room and out onto the back patio where the grill was heating up and the smell of roasting potatoes wafted into my nose.

"What’s for dinner?" I asked placing the bowl onto the outside counter that he had. His patio is large and polished with a large outside cooking station, beautiful seating and a large outside fire pit situated off to the side of a large outdoor pool and hot tub. When Nolan had commissioned the house to be renovated he was so excited to have the patio area so that he could entertain lots of people and still have an intimate area for his close family and friends. Where the seating area is he had it set up with three place setting, candles, wine glasses, beautiful china and decorative fruit.