His gaze fixates on my lips for a second and my body reacts as if he holds special powers over it, a zing of electricity racing through me from head to toe.
A sly grin crosses his lips. “Not that kind of easy, but it has been a long, celibate couple of months.”
I smile. “Well, I’ll feed you then.”
He chuckles.
“A meal. I’ll feed you a meal.”
Again, his gaze runs over my body. I can’t be the only one who feels this connection between us, right?
He steps back from the counter. “I’ll go get settled.”
I watch him walk up the stairs so quietly that I smile because he’s being respectful of the other guests. It can’t be easy for a body as big as his to move around quietly.
I step around the counter, walk over to the door, and put up the closed sign, then I lock the front door and turn off the lights in the reception area before heading to the kitchen.
Francois would hate that I’m in his kitchen. The last time I cooked pancakes for myself, he said I was never to enter his kitchen again. And he’s not wrong. Although I’m the most responsible Greene when it comes to most things, cooking never really jived with me. My mom tried to have me help her when she had her salad dressing company, but I mixed up the french dressing and Italian dressing ingredients, causing her to have a lot of product she had to toss.
For family holidays, I always pick something I can buy, or sometimes Francois is nice enough to make me a dish to bring and share.
I should’ve paid more attention because now I have a hot guy asking for something to eat, and I have to come up with something. I never should’ve said the phrase “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” is stupid—it’s like the universe is giving me karmic payback.
“Thinking hard there?” His deep voice surprises me as I stand in front of the industrial fridge with both doors open, unsure what to take out. “Do you mind?”
He pushes off the doorframe and crosses the room in what feels like two strides due to his long legs.
“I can do it. I was just thinking what you might like.”
He slides by me and our bodies brush. We both still for a moment and I suck in a breath. I haven’t felt this kind of immediate attraction to a guy, ever. Maybe because I’ve known every guy in town for most of my life, but it’s like this guy brought jumper cables with him and revived every nerve ending in my body.
“An omelet is easy.” He smiles at me with some eggs in his hand.
“What would you like in it?”
After setting down the eggs, he returns to the fridge and takes out mushrooms, green peppers, and goat cheese. “I’m good with these. You take it easy. I can do this. In fact, if you want to head to bed…”
I raise both eyebrows. I might have an instant attraction to the man, but I’m not stupid enough to leave him alone in my kitchen.
He chuckles. “Is it odd that I feel like I already know you?”
“A little.” I’m not going to tell him I feel the same way. “Small towns can do that to people.”
“I’m Noah, by the way.” He cracks an egg, so instead of a handshake, I get a wink that makes my lady bits go crazy.
“Mandi. Amanda.”
“Which one do you prefer?” He takes a fork and whips the eggs.
I shrug. “Everyone calls me Mandi.”
“Okay, Mandi it is.”
I pull a pan from the hanging organizer and pass it to him.
He plops a pat of butter in it. “Are you hungry, Mandi?”
I shake my head. “No, I already ate dinner.”