Cherry

Candle Lit

My nerves were almost crippling. I felt every beat of my heart, my hands were clammy and I breathed in a strange rhythm as I sat across from Cherry.
She wore a long black dress that was skin tight and backless.
Her black heels made her almost the same height as me. What surprised me most when she open her front door to greet me was the red wig that she had on. A pleasant surprise of course, but I did wonder why she wore it. Maybe the red hair wasn't only a work thing. Maybe she just likes switching up her hair styles. Or maybe she...wore it for me? Either way she way gorgeous.

"The Macaroni will be done in a bit it's still in the oven baking. Sorry for the wait." She explained. Her lips were covered in a shiny gloss that emphasised the size of them making me want to push her on the table and have her for dinner.

"Oh it's no problem. I can't believe that I'm having a home cooked meal." I laughed.

"I don't think that I've ever had a home cooked meal." I said in thought. It's the truth I haven't. Growing up my mom was more of a eat out type of woman or order pizza. And my wife can't even boil water.
Cherries eyes went wide. And her mouth opened a bit in shock.

"What! What about holidays. Your wife doesn't cook? Whaaat?? You can't cook?" I chuckled at the concern laced in her voice. She was so cute.

"Nope. I usually go out to eat on holidays. And my wife can hardly make a sandwich." I explain making Cherry let out a cute giggle.

"What's her name?" Cherry asked. I tilt my head in confusion.

"Your wife. What's your wife's name?" She smiles.

"Oh. It's Sarah." I say hoping that we could get off the subject of my wife.
A loud beep sounds from the kitchen. Clearly signaling that the Mac was done. The smell of food that came out of the kitchen and traveled to the dining room where we sat was to die for.

"Ooh yay. The mac is done. I'll make our plates. Be back in a sec" Cherry says getting up. The way the dress hugs her hips makes me want to scream. She was stunning.

"Would you like some help?" I offer standing up from my seat. She looks a me and narrows her eyes jokingly.

"No. You're  a guest David. Sit down" she laughs. I take my seat quickly putting my hands up in defense.

"Okay. Okay" I smile.
She walks out of the dining room and makes her way to the large kitchen. I hear dishes clatter and a few curse words leave Cherries lips making me chuckle. I don't feel as uneasy as I felt earlier. She was adorable and funny and she kept conversations going not leaving room for awkward silences.

"Here we go!" Cherry smiles stepping out of the kitchen with two plates piled with food. She sat a plate in front of me and then sat her own plate down. Cherry plopped down in her chair and let out a deep breath and wipes away fake sweat. I shook my head. She's adorable.

"Thank you. This looks so amazing." I gushed. It really did. Baked Mac and cheese, grilled chicken breast, potatoes, and corn on the cob. I can't believe she made all of this. She made me dinner. An actual dinner.

"You're welcome." She giggled making me want to skip dinner and just take her upstairs. I dug in taking a big bite of Mac.

"Oh my God. This is incredible." I complemented. She laughed at me then started taking small bites of her food.

We talked throughout the evening. Mostly me-asking her questions . About her life, friends and family. Cherries father was a pretty famous pastor and her mother was a heart surgeon. She grew up in a very strict house hold. So once she turned 18 she wanted to go wild and let loose.