Combine Dry Ingredients

Oil and vinegar may not exactly mix, but they do taste good together.

 

            ‘Do you wear a suit all the time?’

            ‘A hello would be nice,’ he leaned against the doorjamb. She resisted stomping her foot. He was blocking her way, intentionally, she was sure.

            ‘Hi, Slater. What’s with the suit?’

            He glanced down. ‘I just got back from the meeting with the Golf Channel.’

            ‘Hobnobbing with television elite?’

            ‘Something like that.’ He reached down, took the suitcase from her. She ignored the tinge of guilt as he stepped backwards and allowed her through.

            She wandered into the great room, looking around, and could tell when he’d stepped behind her. ‘You have a beautiful home.’

            ‘Thanks. It would be great if I spent more time here.’ He watched as she toured the room, wondering whether her legs went all the way up to her shoulders. It sure seemed like it in that dress.

            He was so busy trying to figure it out that he didn’t hear what she said. ‘What?’

            ‘I said your kitchen is pathetic.’

            ‘You’d think you weren’t a guest.’

            ‘It’s equipped. This fridge could probably store enough food to feed a small country, but you don’t have anything.’ She thought of her tiny kitchen, organized and over-filled, and how she had shorted her apartment’s electricity when she’d tried to blend and sauté at the same time.          

            Something about her face, how much longing there was in it, made his scowl fade. ‘We can get you whatever it is you need.’

            She didn’t reply, opening the fridge. ‘There’s nothing in here but beer and an old Chinese food container.’

            ‘I can’t cook and I like Chinese food.’

            ‘But can I cook?’

            ‘That’s why I gave you a TV show.’

            ‘I mean, may I? I can buy all the ingredients myself.’

            He took a seat at the breakfast nook. ‘If you’re cooking for me, I’ll buy any ingredient you need.’ She laughed. ‘Why do you think I always stop by your studio?’

            She flipped her hair, grinning. ‘And here I was thinking that you were there to visit me.’

            ‘Yeah.’ He inclined his head and cleared his throat. ‘I put your stuff in one of the guest rooms, upstairs, down the hall to the left. I figured you’d want the one with the bathroom right across from it.’

            She nodded. ‘I think I’ll take a shower.’

            ‘And then you’ll cook?’

            She laughed again. ‘You don’t have anything here, and I’m already tired.’

            ‘Pizza, then.’ He heaved a dramatic sigh as he pulled his cellphone from his pocket. ‘What do you want on it?’

            ‘Everything but anchovies.’

            ‘Really?’ she nodded, waiting as he dialled a local pizzeria. ‘Hello. Hi, Fabio – yes. Right, right, I remember. Say hi to her for me. Yeah. Could I have two medium of the usual?’

            Julia chuckled as she walked towards the bedroom.

 

Author's Note

There -- set it on the stove. Read, review. Danke.

Reviews

[Jules]

pizza and chinese my favourite tow take out foods although my locals dont know me by name :D i wondered if he had a thing for her it wasnt confirmed till now :D so yay!!!! i love romances like this one would write more but i want to read more than i want to write :D