Escaping Mr. Grayson [UN-EDITED]

Chapter Eleven.

He sat on the kitchen table, legs dangling and seductively devouring an avocado. I stood there gawking, completely and utterly amazed at how he ate it with his hands. I watched attentively as he ran his knuckles around the inside of the husk, stripping out the flesh and licking it off of his fingers slowly, causing them to be a stained, oily green color.

It was now 9pm. I was freshly shaven in all the important places—under my armpits, between my thighs and all the way up my legs. My hair is pinned up and Im dressed in one of Daisy's more fancy looking dresses. The one that was looser at the top and tighter at the bottom, with straps as thin as cotton. It was a silk Valentino dress. The dress is red, but so darkly shaded that under the light it almost comes off as black. Daisy insisted I put it on and show up unannounced at Mr. Grayson's home. As a way of, to quote her, "reminding him what he's missing"

I slumped in the doorway, balancing a bag of groceries on my hip before I lose my focus and end up accidentally dropping them onto the floor. Oh damn.

"Miss Tembo?" he says, catching site of me in the doorway

"Uh...Im sorry... I uh. I...," I ramble as I hurry to pick up the salmon and put it back in the grocery bag

He laughs at me before getting off the counter and walking up to me. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I wanted to see you", I blink, "is she home?"

"Who?" he cocks his head to the side

"Your wife", I mumble under my breath

"Oh", he sighs, "No, uh...she went out for drinks with her friends.

"I doubt that she'll be back before at least midnight"

"Oh..."

"You look lovely. If it were possible, I'd hang you on my wall and stare at you for the rest of my life"

"Thank you?" I say. It comes out as more of a question though.

"Do you want some?", he offers me his avocado and I cringe at the sight of it. I hate avocados.

"No thank you. Im not really a fan"

"More for me then", he turns the avocado skin inside out and pulls out more of the remaining flesh with his front teeth. The sight is strangely...erotic. "What's in the bag then?"

"What?", I ask, still focused on his mouth

"That bag Nailea", he points towards the groceries. "what is in it?"

"Oh...uh, I brought some groceries. Salmon and stuff. I thought I'd make you dinner. If you like of course"

"Well then let's go"

          We enter the kitchen and I start to unpack the groceries. Mr. Grayson takes out the pots and pans. Well, the pot and pan. He doesn't have a lot of kitchen stuff. Which I guess that makes sense, seeing as how his wife is hardly ever home. I proceed to wash my hands, as did he before going into the next room to put on some music. Mozart. He played Mozart.

          I pick up one of the knives, the smallest one and start to cut up the cherry tomatoes in fours. I slice perfectly, taking little breaks in between to catch tiny glimpses of Mr. Grayson ogling me from the side of my eye. It was almost like I fascinated him. That's a good thing though, Isn't it?

          I continue to slice, smiling when Mr. Grayson starts to bop his head along with the music. Suddenly I feel myself accidentally cut through my finger and I flinch. "Ah", I wince

"Ugh, why can't you be careful?", he groans. "come here"

He brings my finger to the sink and washes out the blood.