“Okay.” I had checked each pot and was pleased everything was cooking just right. Flipping the hand towel over my shoulder, I sliced the homemade bread Donte had made me this morning and drizzled a little olive oil over top then set it on the dinner table in the next room. I dimmed the lights and lit the candles, thinking how nice the table looked.
I dropped the lighter, and it rolled under a stool. I bent and retrieved the little contraption, and just as I was about to stand, a pair of sexy heels appeared next to me. The air in my lungs stayed put as I dragged my gaze from her come-f**k-me heels, to her toned legs, to a very short black skirt that sat just below her ass. Still without a breath, I took in her stomach and her plump breasts that were barely tucked into her plunging neckline
