She about-faced and set her butt in opposition to the kitchen cabinet, commenced the gradual and cautious system of taking off the apple pores and skin in one long strip. Round and round she went, sinking the sharp blade in just the right distance, her attention absolute. She used to be a seasoned at this. It had been her trick at the college when she’d been rostered on to monitor lunch breaks. The youngsters cherished it. Had loved it. There was something almost Zen about it.
She did her quality to pass him when he joined her, his stare set on her practised hands.
Not so f*****g relaxing. Because she couldn’t have a minute’s peace, may want to she?
Sure enough, the atrocious testosterone-laden scent of him clogged up her nose. Damn it. He stood a long way closer than necessary, however
