Dangerously yours

CHAPTER TWELVE

I take a deep breath ,get into the car. 

Luke helped me stock up but he didn’t get meat, he said something about it being perishable and fresh meat tastes better all that s**t and I’m all male so I need my steak.

I take a detour for the grocery store to pick up some more groceries and steak. 

I park my car, walk into the store, grab a basket and head for the meat aisle. I grab a couple of steaks, meats, chicken, bacon and sausages. I fill my basket with as much as it can carry. What can I say, I eat a lot and it’s a good thing that I can cook too. I can handle myself pretty well in the kitchen trust me. It was a winning skill during my teen days, women love a man who can handle themselves in the kitchen. At that time my culinary skills were limited to just Spaghetti and rice. I can make a mean spaghetti And meatballs and I say it with pride. 

I had a lot of cooking sessions with Mrs Churchill, she always made the children help her in the kitchen whenever she was cooking, we were either chopping, washing or mixing things on her instructions and as soon as I moved out of my father’s house I had to cook too when I got tired of peanut butter, Jam and bread and ramen noddles, so it was either sink or swim. So now I can make some nice meals. That’s a life skill that has saved my ass from starving many times trust me. 

I leisurely stroll through the aisles throwing in things i need like cleaning agents, vegetables, spices, grains, dairy products I love me some cheese. What would the world be like without good ole’ cheese. I don’t want to think of that. I throw in some more vegetables and fruits that I use everyday for my smoothies. 

I’m throwing cereals into my basket as I turn a corner when someone runs smack into me. I stumble a bit and I act on reflexes and I use my free hand to break the person’s fall, as I’m slightly bent over I catch the person around the waist and wrap my arms around her torso to steady her. 

I look down on tumbled golden blonde hair, and the scent of hits me, coconuts, I take a deep breathe I feel warm supple flesh wiggle to get free. Soon I’m looking into doe-eyed bright green eyes. 

I see surprise register on her face. That makes the two of us. 

Is the universe conspiring against me ? When can I ever catch a break ? Did I hurt someone; probably an old lady that I stepped on by mistake?. I groan inwardly. 

Removing my arms from around her waist reluctantly I straighten her and then myself. 

I take a quick glance from her feet to her pretty face, she has blue cut-off shorts on, a pink tank top and blue flip flops. She looks f*****g adorable. Her gaze is riveted on mine. I could swim in those beautiful soulful eyes. I want her eyes on mine everyday all day. 

"Princess what are you doing here?." I ask her. 

"Hi to you too, how are you doing today?" She mouths off sassily. Trust Sky to be sassy and cute at the same time. She pulls it off well. Her pretty pout and solemn expression can charm a baker out of his best pie. She’s sweet as a pie. 

" Hi. I’m doing good. You still haven’t answered my question princess?." I say back to her. I like it when she gets sassy, it makes me want to grab her and make her submit, grab her, bend her over and make her beg for me to keep going. make her complacent in my arms in ways that would make her beg for more and dammit I won’t stop till she cums all over my face. Repeatedly. And I mean that respectfully.