Written by: Anonymous
“Damn!” she swore as the doorbell rang and she dropped the tomato in her hand. The kitchen looked like a war zone. There were stains and food stuff everywhere you turned. She herself was covered in a meat sauce and looked none too appetizing. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried across her hardwood flooring to answer the door, like always Hunter was right on time.
He was leaning on the door frame when she opened it. The sight that greeted him was one he wasn’t likely to forget. Her long dark hair was tied back into a sleek tail, and covered in various spots with flour. Her prim navy suit sans jacket that she had worn to the office that day was barely covered by the apron she had tied around her waist, its original color long ago covered by a mysterious sauce. She was barefoot except for a spot of what looked like cream sauce near her ankle. “Evening Cassidy.”
She smiled, showing perfect white teeth in a perfect smile. She let him in with a hand gesture and stepped to the side to make room. He noticed that her hand was covered in tomato juice. A touch of color rushed up her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m no good at this, let’s just go out.” She made as if to remove the apron.
“I’ve an idea, let me cook for you, and you go have a shower and get out of those work clothes. You probably have everything I need.” Hunter examined the counter and realized that she had all the basic necessities for him to make his famous stuffed chicken breasts and wild rice. He even saw all the vegetables he would need for a tossed salad. He turned back toward Cassidy and lowered his piercing blue gaze to meet her warm brown one.
She looked at the counter and ran the possibility through her mind. She knew he was an amazing chef, and she really didn’t feel like going out. After a long day at the office, that shower was looking mighty tempting, and she had to wash all the flour out of her hair. What was she thinking coating the chicken breasts in it? “You have a deal, but I warn you the kitchen looks worse once you get closer.
“I doubt that’s possible.” He winked at her and turned towards the war zone. She looked him over discreetly. Hunter was gorgeous. He was tall, taller than her 5’10, by several inches. His dark hair fell just above his collar and looked like someone had just spent an hour and seventy five bucks on 5th Avenue making it look perfect, Cassidy knew that’s just how it dried after he showered. He had the build of an athlete, even though he worked as a partner in a law firm. He had these broad shoulders snug tonight in a black silk dress shirt, must have come from the office Cassidy thought. Her eyes roamed to his narrow hips that his shoulders tapered to. They looked amazing in the pants he was wearing. Armani, Gucci, Dolce, she couldn’t tell, but they looked expensive. His feet were now only clad in socks as he padded his way across her floor. She took another appreciating look and turned towards her bathroom.
The sun had fully set even before he placed the chicken in the oven. He had heard the shower turn off a while ago, and heard Cassidy tramp into her room to get changed. He had set the table and lit a few vanilla candles that were near the window sill. A warm breeze blew th