Desmond never ceased to amaze her. It was something really simple like someone cooking dinner for her that made her realize how incredibly disgusting some of the other men who called her were. They didn’t care about her, they cared about the sex that they were paying for. It was her job to please men, she knew that, but still…it was nice to be reminded how girls were treated when men weren’t paying for them. Not that Desmond wasn’t paying for her, but…it was different.
She smirked as he kissed her on the cheek. Watching him walk back into the kitchen, she pivoted on her heel and grabbed the glass of red wine that had been poured. She brought it to her lips, watching him over the rim as he brought the food out. Taking a sip, she pulled out her own chair, even though she was sure he would have done it for her had she given him the opportunity. Sitting down, she pulled herself closer to the table and watched as he took his own seat beside her.
They ate dinner, making small talk throughout the meal, and before she knew it her plate was empty. Dabbing at her mouth with a napkin, she placed it down on the table and looked over to her date for the evening. “I never knew you cooked.” She said with a crooked smirk before she leaned over, placing her hand on his leg. “It was wonderful. Thank you.” With that, she placed a kiss upon his lips, leaving it quick and soft before she pulled away, leaning her elbow on the table so she could lean her temple against her knuckles as she looked at him, keeping her hand where it was on his thigh. “What’s the matter, hon? You look…troubled. Is there something on your mind?”
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