“Would you guys like some pasta?” she asked, getting to her feet. She had to clear her head. Oliver was messing with it, doing something that meant she wasn’t thinking clearly, and she didn’t like that.
Everyone shouted out yes, so she went to the kitchen to serve them up. Her hands were shaking, and she needed some space, just to clear her head and get things back into focus. She rubbed at her temples and sighed. “I can do this.”
“What can you do?” Oliver asked.
She spun around to face him. “Oliver.”
“What’s wrong, Ruby?”
“Nothing.” She wasn’t used to this whole sharing thing, and staring at Oliver, it made her nervous. Really nervous. He inspired feelings that terrified her. She had been alone for so long, and the thought of finally having someone to rely on, scared her.
“I’m not an idiot.”
“I never said you were.”
“Then look at me.”
She released another sigh. It was what she seemed to do around him. He just drove her crazy with all of his demands, and knowing that he felt something for her. She was scared of feeling something for him.
“What’s going on?” he asked once she started looking at him.
“I—I don’t know. Everything is moving so fast, and I don’t know how to deal with it. I feel things for you, and I want, I don’t know, I want you. I didn’t want the kiss to end the other night, and I wonder what it would be to have a life with you. Is that crazy?”
“I don’t think that is crazy,” he said.
“Then what do you think? Because I’ve spent a long time wanting to kill you, and now that has changed. I’m not this girl who worries about what guys think of her, or what it’s going to be like to finally have sex. I’ve had one focus in my life, and that was revenge, Oliver. I don’t know how to be this girl.”
“I’m not asking for you to change, Ruby. I like you exactly the way you are. There is no pressure here.” He moved in close, cupped her cheek, and tilted her head back. His thumb once again ran across her lips. “I’m happy to wait, and I’m happy to show you that I can wait.”
He dropped his head down, claiming her lips.
The problem? She didn’t want to wait. All of her life she’d been waiting, and now she was bored of waiting.
****
Later that night Oliver sat eating a bag of cheesy chips, and trying to watch the movie. The scene was heating up, and his cock was straining to get out. He wouldn’t do anything about it. In the kitchen, he heard Ruby making them both a hot chocolate. She was the best woman in the world as she loved snacking on chips and candy while watching a movie.
“Here we go,” she said, taking a seat beside him, and putting the cups on the table.
She flopped down, and he stared at her thighs. They were rounded and smooth from the years of training. He did love the slight curves of her body, but he hoped in time they would soften a little when she came to trust him.
“This is so bad,” she said, grabbing a handful of chips.
“What is bad?”
“I’ve not done any training in a few days. The pounds are going to start to pack on everywhere.” She pointed at her body. “Right now I don’t care.”
The food she made was nice. It was more than nice. He understood why Lionel had wanted her to go to culinary school. She had a gift, like his mother, in the kitchen.
“Wow, is this porn or what?” she asked, munching away.
He looked at the screen to see the main stars had gotten naked. Of course no one saw the man’s cock, nor did they see the woman’s pussy. “Nah, this is not porn.”
“Do you watch porn?” she asked.
“Sometimes. You ever watched it?”
“Nope. Never been interested in it.”