It All Started With A Payback

Twenty-six: Rock your Body

Tori propped her shoulder on the doorframe, a huge grin on her face while chewing on the nail on her thumb.  

Louie had stayed the night after their talk.  She woke up feeling that she suddenly felt cold without his warm body wrapped around her.

Now she found him in her kitchen doing the most fascinating and entertaining cooking show she had ever watched. He was flipping a pancake while singing and dancing Rock Your Body.  Justin Timberlake would have been proud of Louie's dance number.....her fiancé's version of the song.....not so much...hell, not at all.  He was trying to make his deep voice sound different but miserably failing at it so badly that she wanted to bury her head under the ground in shame on his behalf.

It didn't bother her at all that the chef was wearing practically nothing.  She let her appreciating gaze take stock of the eye candy in front of her.  If he ever went bankrupt, with those biceps, pectorals, sculpted abs and....her eyes dropped lower, the bulge that his snug boxer briefs revealed; he could definitely start a new career at Chip n Dale's or its equivalent here in Manila.  

Nope....she definitely didn't mind waking up to this everyday.  She just feared that he would end up burning his magnificently sculpted back with the pan while catching the pancake behind him.  That would be awful, but then again she could kiss the pain away and then replace it with a more desirable feeling, she thought naughtily.

The hot half-naked man  finally felt her watching him.  Instead of flushing in embarrassment, like a normal man caught doing something silly would, he winked at her. The corner of his lips lifted in a knowing smile so smug, Tori felt that she was the one who did something humiliating.  

She ended up flushing in embarrassment, she was, after all caught staring at something way below his face. He slowly placed the pan back on top of the stove. He turned the burner off, as he did so, her eyes involuntarily strayed to his firm behind.  

Now, those are the kind of buns i would like to dig my fingers in, said a naughty part of her brain.

"Like what you see?" He asked in a loud voice when he turned around and caught her staring once again. She laughed as she walked toward him, she pulled the earphones plugged in his ears.  "I do," she replied, now unabashedly letting her palm glide up his chest.  "What I don't like though," she said in a deceptively seductive voice, "is waking up to the sound of your voice, which can only be described as what my cousins would say, boses kiki".  Louie's jaw dropped.

"Did you just say my voice sounds like a talking pussy?" He sputtered, loosely translating the last words she said.

"What?  No!  That wouldn't make sense at all," she said deadpan.  She shook her head, her brows drawn together.

"Pussies don't talk." She said with a smirk.  She leaned against him to press some buttons on the phone which was docked and then the sound of the upbeat song Louie was singing filled the small kitchen.

"Now, that's how it's supposed to sound." Before she could step back and move away from him, he wrapped his arm around her waist. His other hand cupped her nape as his thumb traced the sensitive flesh beneath her ear.  She shuddered in pleasure, her breathing became shallow.

Louie's eyes lit up wickedly, "Bet I could make yours talk," he whispered so close to her ear. His warm breath sent bolts of desire shooting through her nerves.

She resisted the temptation to move her head a little so his lips would graze her mouth or jaw instead of her ear.  She arched her brows challengingly, "Really now? I wonder what it would say. Get the hell away from me, maybe?"