"Yeah, my dad was kind of the worst, but I don't remember much about him. Olive and Asher are older, and they remember more. He wanted Gran to give him access to our trust funds, and when she said no, he took off." She scrunches her mouth to one side in a heartbreakingly adorable scowl. "Sorry. This got heavy really fast," she laughs softly.
I shrug and take her hand, "I'm glad you told me."
Lilah gives me a wobbly smile. "Me too." She opens her mouth to say something, but her phone vibrates on the counter behind her and she stands to grab it. Her dress gets hung up on her legs as she stands, I'm treated to the sight of her sexy-as-hell thighs. It's all I can do to keep my hands to myself.
She frowns at the screen. "Something wrong?" I ask as I try to ignore the way my pants are fitting too tight in the fly area.
"No, it's fine. I just keep getting these calls that say, ‘Unknown Number.’ I'm sure it’s just a scam or telemarketer or something, but it's so annoying."
"I can look into that for you," I tell her with a grin.
She flashes me a megawatt smile as she gets two little jars out of something white out of the fridge. "Ooh, you might be handy to have around."
"Oh, I promise you I am very good with my hands," I tease back.
Lilah blushes so hard I wonder if I should be worried about her combusting. She sets one of the jars in front of me with a tiny spoon.
"Is that vanilla pudding?" I ask her. I haven't had vanilla pudding since I was a kid, but I used to love it.
"Excuse you, sir!" she says in mock-outrage as she tops the contents of the jar with a thick yellow sauce and sprinkles little cookie looking pieces on top.
"That is coconut panna cotta with passion fruit curd and brown-butter coconut shortbread."
Now it's my turn to let my mouth hang open. "I don't know what half of that means, but you had me at coconut."
Lilah grins at me as she sits back down and takes a small bite of the dessert. "Can I ask you something?" She doesn't lift her eyes as she says it.
"Anything," I tell her as I scoop up a spoonful of the stuff in the jar and take a bite. "Holy sh- I mean, that is really good."
Lilah laughs and takes another tiny bite. "You can swear, it doesn't bother me. My whole family swears like a crew of drunken sailors. You should hear my grandmother. Were you really mowing in the morning just to push my buttons?"
"Not at first. But you really are adorable when you're mad… I’m sorry, I can't help it!" I hold up my hands in mock surrender as she scowls at me. "Like right now. Your eyebrows scrunch up, your lips get all pouty and your eyes turn fiery. It's sexy as hell." I gesture at the front of my jeans where my dick is straining the tensile strength of my jeans.
She tries not to smile, but I can tell she likes the effect she has on me.
"My turn," I tell her. "Why do you keep turning me down?"