Banking on Him

Chapter 9 - Serena

Reese got up and headed to the bathroom.  When he came back, he cuddled me up against him. My back to his front.

We spent the afternoon in bed, cuddling, kissing, touching, and exploring each other. We had lazy sex a few times. The kind of slow-building sex that makes your toes curl. I lost count of how many orgasms I had that afternoon. Finally, my stomach rumbled.

Reese chuckled, "Sounds like I need to feed you again." I laughed. "Or... I could feed you." He narrowed his eyes at me and dug his fingers into my ribs making me cry out and beg him to stop. "You can cook?"

I nodded. "Are you surprised?"

He blinked a few times, "Well I'm just surprised you do, considering how much you work and all." 

I nodded, "I don't cook much, it's easier to just pick something up when it's just you. However, I do feel like I should repay you for last night and, ya know, show you I can cook." I leveled a 'you better believe it' look at him.

I got up and threw on panties and a t-shirt, padding into the kitchen to see what I could throw together. Reese followed me out and sat on a bar stool, seemingly content to watch me. I opened the fridge, offering him bottles of red and white wine. He nodded towards the white. I smiled, "Riesling, my favorite."

I pulled some chicken and vegetables out of the fridge. "Chicken alright?" Reese nodded his head. "Anything I can help with?" 

I laughed, "Well, can you chop vegetables? I thought I could just do something simple. Cilantro lime chicken and roasted veggies?"

He smirked, "Yes, I can chop vegetables. Hand them over, Ms. James." He came around the counter to stand next to me and I handed him the veggies and a knife. "I'm going to get the chicken ready." I flipped on my Echo and picked a country station before moving over to the sink to wash and season the chicken before throwing it in the pan with some sauce to cook.

I threw a lid on the chicken and let it simmer, picking up my wine to watch Reese chop vegetables. I lost my train of thought because he looked so cute. I walked over to him, running my hand across his back right above his hips. "You look like you could use a hand." He smiled. "Baby, I got this."

I smirked, "Oh if you say so, Mr. Logan." He continued to carefully chop, while I checked the chicken. Satisfied it was cooking properly, I took the opportunity to study him uninterrupted. He really was good looking, I mean I could see why he had this playboy persona to keep up with. A man that good looking probably has to beat women off with a stick. Plus, he's rich. I mean how unfair, gorgeous and rich and smart and sweet. The last part is what surprised me the most, I figured he was a dick. He sometimes acted like a dick when he was around the bank, but he could really be super sweet and caring.

I have no idea how long I was staring, but it must have been a while because he had finished chopping the vegetables and was looking at me expectantly with a smirk on his smug face. I took a sip of my wine to hide my embarrassment.

"What should I do with these perfectly chopped up vegetables?" He asked, ignoring the fact that I was clearly gawking at him. Maybe he was a gentleman after all.

I pointed to the cookie sheet I had prepared and went to grab the olive oil and salt and pepper out of the cabinet. He took the cookie sheet and slid it in the oven. He looked at me expectedly, "Now what?"

"Now, we wait." I chuckled.

He took his seat back at the island, wine in hand. "So tell me, Ms. James, do you ever have any fun?" I laughed, "Of course! My job is fun most days." He rolled his eyes. "No, really.."

I thought for a minute, "Well I like to read and I volunteer at the animal shelter and help them with fundraising and marketing. I also do have some girlfriends who occasionally ask me to hang out with them."

He slapped his hand on the countertop, "You mean to tell me, some people actually enjoy spending time with you?"

I laughed, "As unbelievable as that is, I do have friends."

"So, you seem pretty normal, why don't you date?" I threw a dish towel towards his face and he promptly caught it. "Okay, jerk. Maybe I just don't want to." I crossed my arms, essentially pouting. He came around the counter toward me and wrapped me in his arms. "I was only asking because you not dating is a real injustice to all those men out there."

I didn't know what to say to that, instead I just let him hold me.

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