The Primus Daughter

CHAPTER FIVE

He didn't give her time to get comfortable with the hug as he immediately moved away. "Would you like something to eat?"

"Yeah, I guess that would be nice." He thought her voice sounded a little low.

"Really? I'll go cook something up." He shouldn't be running away, not after they just had s*x but Vance wasn't familiar with situations like this and one thing was for sure he didn't know how to handle Selene.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that if he gave too much, she would flee but he didn't know what less would be less enough and not too less. He tried to clear his thoughts as he walked to the kitchen but it wasn't exactly easy.

He walked to the fridge and pulled out a meal he had prepared earlier and realized he didn't even ask her what she would like. He carefully placed it into the microwave and closed it as he waited for it to heat up.

Suddenly, he thought popped in his head and he rushed out of the kitchen back to the living room. "What?" She yelled at his sudden approach.

He stared at her, she was fully clothed. He was only away for less than two minutes, how did she dress up so fast? "Come with me," he muttered. It was just clothes, he could take them off again.

He walked to her bare, his schlong swinging, and stretched his hand to her where she sat on the sofa. He was glad she was still there because for a brief second the thought that she would have left had crossed his mind and of course he had come running.

"What?" She asked, chuckling a little.

"You heard me," her hair was in disarray and there was no sign of the lipstick she had on while they were at the bar. He couldn't help feeling proud that he was the reason for that.

She sized him up, her aloofness apparent. Whatever sign of self-consciousness he had noticed before was completely gone. It was obvious she had put back on her clothes in a hurry, there were a few creases in some places and one of the sleeves of her shirt was folded up awkwardly.

"What happened to the part where you said you'll go cook something up? Why exactly is my presence needed?" She had on a smug expression as she raised her brows at him and all Vance could think of was kissing it off.

"Company, Selene."

"I don't need company Vance."

"What, who said it was for you?" He bent a little, putting his other hand behind his back while the outstretched one still remained so.

She glared at him but stretched out her hand. He pulled her up in one pull and didn't stop holding her hand until they got to the kitchen. He saw that the microwave still had a few minutes to go.

"I thought you said you were cooking?" She frowned, folding her hands underneath her bosom.

"I am," he replied, drawing out a seat for her.

"Uh, in case you didn't know microwaving isn't cooking." She slowly took the seat hesitant as she approached it.

"Why not? It's in the kitchen, isn't it?"

"So, basically you're saying everything you do in the kitchen is cooking."

"Yeah, pretty much." He leaned on the table with his elbow, staring at her as they conversed not wanting to place his ass on where he was about to eat.

"So, this is cooking?" She asked with a smirk.

He squinted his eyes, "You know what I mean."

She laughed, "Yeah, I'm sure." He looked like he wanted to say more but then the microwave went off, beeping loudly.

"I hope you like pie," he muttered as he rushed to get it out.

"Pie?" She shrugged. "I wouldn't say I hate it."

"Well, not to brag but I can bet that you'll love this." He smirked and Selene could see that he was feeling very proud for some reason.

He strutted to her with the pie high up, next to his head. She stared, she couldn't help it. It isn't every day she saw a hot naked vampire holding up a pie. She could eat him up, well after the pie of course.

She couldn't get how he was comfortable prancing around completely naked, it was like it was only her who could see that he was naked, he acted like he was completely oblivious of that fact, and more often than not her eyes strayed downwards even limp, she couldn't help but think it was the best she had seen.

A part of her was judging her, wondering why she was here in the first place, and worse the fact that she didn't flee after she had dressed up. Normally, she would have. Actually, normally she wouldn't be here.

She would have pestered that they had had s*x in the bar or her car but here she was and she found that she didn't want to leave, at least not yet. "Well, someone is a bit arrogant and overconfident."

"Arrogant, overconfident! Well, sweet pie we would see who is all those things." He winked and placed the pie on the table.

Selene usually hated sweet names, especially if it was from a random person but she couldn't help but laugh now, his pun totally played out. "I guess, we would see."

He walked away and returned with a knife, which he used to cut the pie four times. He didn't bother bringing plates or cutlery, instead, he took the empty seat next to her and took a slice.

She glanced in his direction wondering if this was really how they were going to eat it. "Go on," he urged. "Take a slice, I promise it will be worth your taste buds."

She shrugged, thinking f**k manners. She stretched out her hand and took a slice, she carefully did so to prevent any toppings from falling off the slice. She dug in slowly, taking her time.

Selene was making weird noises before she even realized it. The pie melted on her tongue and in that moment she couldn't think of anything that tasted better. She finished the slice and immediately went for another.

"What did I tell you?" She turned around to find Vance staring at her with glee. His smile looked like a transition between a smirk and an actual smile.

"That I'll love it," she said with a straight face. "However, I don't." She enjoyed the look of horror that passed across his face but was quickly replaced by an even smugger look.

"Well, your expression and weird sounds said otherwise." He replied and picked another slice but kept his eyes on her.

She was making weird sounds? She quickly waved that thought away, not wanting to appear embarrassed in front of him. "You can think something tastes great and not love it." She muttered, trying to save herself.

"What?" He grimaced. "That doesn't make sense."

"Yes, it does." She replied and quickly stuffed her face so she wouldn't be able to reply. He didn't say anything but chuckled and took a bite out of his own slice.

"Where did you buy this from?" She found herself asking, it was really that good.

"I thought you didn't love it," he made air quotes with his hands at the word love.

"I don't, I'm asking for a friend. I am sure she would love it." She rolled her eyes.

He laughed again, it was a low rumble and Selene could tell it came from his stomach. "I'm sure she loves it."

"That doesn't answer the question." She insisted.

"Well, I'm sorry but you can't find this anywhere else…" He said and raised her brow. "Because I made it myself."

"What? No, you didn't." She laughed.

"Um, why not?" He said and raised a brow, waiting for her to explain further.

"You don't look like you cooked anything in your life, let alone something as good as this. Don't believe it one bit." She replied and picked another slice. It was her third but I didn't feel like she had taken more than one.

"Oh! People who can cook look a certain way?" He asked.

"Yep!" She nodded. "Look at me, can I cook?" She asked and took a bite. "Mmmm, how does this keep getting better?"

"Absolutely not," he replied matter of factly.

She laughed, "Spot on." Her mouth was slightly full so the words came out a little muffled.

"However, I didn't get that from how you look but rather from the fact that you have a hard time believing I cooked this. People who can't cook always have a hard time believing people who say they can."

She laughed loud and hard, "That makes sense but still doesn't mean you can cook." She took another bite and groaned.

"That's exactly what it means. Damn Selene! If you don't stop with the weird noises, I'm afraid I won't be blamed for whatever happens next."