Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(49)

“You love horror everything and yet, when I touch you and you haven’t heard me approach, you jump. I’m going to start thinking you have a problem with me.” He pouts and picks some of the cookie dough from the bowl.

“No, don’t worry I was lost in my thoughts.” I grin.

“Thoughts of what exactly?” He smiles evilly.

“Mind out of the gutter please. I was thinking about me swimming in a sea of donuts, cronuts, ice cream sandwiches and warm chocolate. Delish!” I laugh when I see his amused expression.

“And I’m the weirdo.” He shakes his head and gets the baking sheets and trays out from a drawer.

“You’d love it too.”

“True.” He grins and washes his hands before helping me mold the cookies.

“How did your business meeting with Marissa go? Why do you need her anyway?”

“Jealous much?” He chuckles.

“No, I just mean why do you need an accountant?”

“Because of the crazy amount of paperwork being your own boss requires. It’s discouraging sometimes. Plus I’m closing my massaging business and opening a photography one so I have to switch all the papers, accounts, taxes stuff and shit like that. I’m not good with that side of things so I hired her. She’s very good at it and has made it less complicated and has sorted out my accounts. It’s way too boring and complicated for me. There are only a couple of papers left to fill to switch the business over and then I’ll be good to go.” He shrugs.

“I thought you were going back to school and massaging still?”

“I thought so too. I really want to focus on my photography classes but they require so much of my time that I decided to stop working and hand my clients over to someone else. You know how I get when I really want to do something.”

“So I’ll never get my free massage?” I pout.

“I’ll massage you whenever you want, Have. You know that.” He smiles.

“Tonight?” I grin sheepishly.

“If you want, sure.” He winks and puts the cookies into my second oven before getting the meat out of the fridge. I pour us a glass of wine each while he tenderizes the meat with a sick smile on his face.

“Yes I want and you enjoy tenderizing that meat way too much.” I chuckle.

“I’m just imagining it’s Valentine’s face.” He smirks evilly.

“Oh god, not again!” I throw the wine cork at his head.

“All in good fun, Love.” He smiles.

“Yeah right.” I shake my head and turn on the TV.

“We’re like an old married couple.” He smiles at me fondly.

“We are.” I can’t help but grin. “You’re the woman and I’m the man, obviously.” I smirk and sprawl on the couch with my glass of wine in one hand and the remote in the other.

“You wish!” He throws a dish towel at me.

“Nah, I’d have a way too big dick and wouldn’t be able to walk properly.” I shrug and he bursts out laughing.

“Full of yourself much? I think you’d have a nippledick and would be a total douche thinking you’ve got it with the ladies when in fact, you’d be the old creep who doesn’t get any.”

“Worst thing is that you’re probably right.” I laugh.

“What would I look like as a woman?”

“You’d be the woman that every other woman hates and every man wants a night with. Tall, slim, probably blonde, big fake boobs, banging body and beautiful face, but you would be such a f*cking bitch that when she opens her mouth the only thing men want to do is shove their dick in it.” I tell him and we both burst out laughing.

“You’re probably right.” He shrugs. “At least I’d get sex, you wouldn’t get any.”

“Ah, not much different from my current life then.” I shrug and finish my glass of wine. “Care to introduce me to a hot guy?” I grin.

“Never.” He narrows his eyes at me.

“So you’re going to keep me from dating anyone? I’m going to end up being an old virgin cat lady.”

“That’s why dildos were invented.” He taunts.

“You’re a dick, you know that right?”

“Yes, and I know how much you want mine.” He waggles his eyebrows and brings over two plates each filled with a perfectly cooked steak, roasted potatoes and vegetables.

“You wish. Thank you.” I smile and kiss his shoulder. “You taste like cookie dough.” I grin and lick my lips.

“And who’s fault is that?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Alright, mine. Don’t act like you minded it though.” Unable to find anything interested on the TV, I pass Spencer the remote and dig into my food.

“I don't, you're right.” He chuckles and flips through the channels before choosing Paranormal Activity on Netflix.

After finishing our food, we settle down on the couch and put on a DVD because there’s nothing on TV. I’m about to doze off when Spencer shakes me gently.

“What?” I groan sleepily.

“You can’t fall asleep.”

“Why not?” I look at him.

“Because.” He grins.

“Because what? What are you up to?” I glare at him.