Dabbling in Danger

Addicted

It's been quieter than usual around the house... Maybe not though, I may just be telling myself that. I've been in the room since Adeen picked me up from school, trying my best to not let my wild thoughts give me the wrong ideas. That is until I was lured downstairs by the smells of food cooking.

I sit down on the barstool and observe silently, Adeen glances at me and smiles like I've been here all along.

"I didn't know you could cook," I say, genuinely surprised.

Adeen shrugs as he scoots whatever is in the pan around with a spatula.

"Yeah when I feel like it," he says. "Or I'm bored... Hope you haven't eaten yet."

On the counter are plates and bowls holding carrots, green beans, rice.

"This your way of apologizing?" I try to tease.

He chuckles and nods, "I guess I have been feeling a little guilty, let's hope this fans out any animosity."

I shrug, "I hold no grudges."

That is a straight up lie.

In response he only chuckles again then turns the stove off and starts plating food.

Before me on the counter he places the warm meal accompanied by two buttery rolls. Adeen sets his plate next to me and pours two glasses of wine.

"I hope Tiana's doing okay," Adeen says absentmindedly.

It doesn't feel right talking about her while sipping on wine, so I try changing the subject.

"Me too, she's a trooper though... This is really good," I plop a piece of brisket into my mouth. "How'd you get the meat so tender?"

Adeen smiles, successfully distracted he explains.

"Low and slow my dear. That has always been the key to cooking meat... Damn I'd love to buy another grill."

"Why don't you?"

Adeen chuckles once and scoops food into his mouth, "doubt I'll use it more than once."

"Well if it's motivation you need, I'll be here hungry every day waiting for a plate. I'm mad I haven't tasted your cooking before."

He chews, "that's good to know, I'll keep that in mind," washes his food down with wine.

"Wow, really, I'm surprised. The meat just melts in your mouth, mm!"

He chuckles, looking at me. "Seriously, it's nothing special."

"Special enough, should go on Hell's Kitchen," I joke.

He scoffs, "please, right. Lighten it up, flattery only gets you so far," he teases.

"Well I've got a couple more tricks up my sleeve," I smile slightly.

Again, probably just me, but the sexual tension is billowing in the air. Maybe sensing it too, Adeen snips the bud of anything possibly blossoming.

He clears his throat, "I bet you do."

Adeen finishes his plate and glass of wine. I don't intend to eat much else, scooting the remainder of beans and brisket around the plate. Adeen takes the bottle pouring himself another glass of wine then rises from his chair.

"Can I trust you to leave the wine here?" he sighs tiredly.

Is this a test, a trick? If I say no he'll think I always get out of control. If I say yes, I may be tempted to drink more...

Fuck it, I'll get shwasty in the room.

"You can trust me," I give him a cheesy smile.

He nods, "alright well I'm going to bed..."

I don't bother protesting, so I nod and we say our goodnights. After putting everything away and straightening up, I take the wine bottle by the neck, go to my room, drinking until I fall asleep.

Addiction very much so runs in my blood.

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Next Afternoon

"Malina," Adeen's voice calls through the closed door.

Head pounding and groggy I groan in response to my name.

Adeen opens the door a crack, pokes his head in. "Malina, you up?"

I know I should cover up, but I don't have the strength to do so.

In an attempt to, I start twisting and wrapping up in my sheets, eyelids squeezing tighter.

Adeen stands next to the bed over me, puts a hand on my shoulder and gives a small shake.

"Malina, you've been asleep all day, it's almost three in the afternoon."

"Mm," I moan.

Whatever is running through his head, it compels him to pull the sheet away, wafting a gust of wind over my mostly bare body. The cool air startles me, I sit up alert and open my bloodshot eyes.

He stands there in shock at what he sees, my bare shoulders, tits and belly.

Still bold from last nights drinks, I cover nothing, I want him to see.

A few short seconds after he unfreezes and tosses the sheet back at me, "Don't do shit like that," he chastises, looking away but standing ground.

I scoff, rub at my throbbing temples, "you bombarded into my room..." my throat is incredibly raspy. "I wasn't parading around nude.

He groans heading for the door.

I shrug, "I mean, I can if you want me to."

"Guess I should've known better leaving you with that wine," he says this as he hurries out and down the stairs.

I stare after him.

"You want me," I say absentmindedly to myself, then collapse back into the pillows.