"Don't forget the hot fudge for the ice cream," she said.
"Oh my gosh. It's like you're teasing me." I grinned.
We smiled at each other for a couple of seconds, and then she made a loud noise. "Oh no! I forgot to check the tomato sauce." She hurried over to the stove and lifted the lid on the pot and started stirring. I watched as she raised the wooden spoon to her mouth and tasted the sauce. "Ooh, it does taste quite good."
"Yeah. I bet it does."
"You want to try some?" she said, offering me the spoon.
"Sure." I walked over to her and let her lift the spoon to my lips. I licked a bit of the sauce off the spoon and stared at her as I swallowed. "Wow, this is really good. Much better than store-bought."
"Thank you." She smiled. "And to think, I'm not even Italian."
"Hey, you're giving the Italians a run for their money," I said, chuckling.
"Thanks," she said. I realized as I stood there that I could see the green flecks in her hazel eyes. I stared at her pink lips and tried to ignore the feelings of lust rising in me. She played with her hair and gazed up at me for a couple more seconds, and I wondered what she was thinking. I wondered if she would push me away if I tried to kiss her.
"So I just..."
"Yeah?" I said softly.
"I just, once again, wanted to apologize for the other night. I was so drunk, and—"
"Hey, no need to apologize." I shook my head. "It's every man's dream to have a hot woman jumping on his lap and dancing, especially when she's topless." I bit down on my lower lip and stared at her intently, wondering what she would say. If she'd hit me in the shoulder, or if she'd squirm in front of me.
She licked her lips nervously. "You don't have to remind me of that." She made a face. "Oh my gosh. I really can't believe I did that."
"It's fine. I can return the favor if you want."
She stared at me, her eyes widening. "What?"
"Tonight, if you want, I can give you a topless lap dance."
"Who would be topless?" she said, and I started laughing.
"I was thinking I would be topless, but we could both be topless if you want."
Her face flushed bright red then. "Oh wow. Foster, you're so funny." She turned away quickly. "I should start boiling the water for the pasta," she said. "Enjoy your carrots and stuff."
I laughed then. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Alice?"
"No," she said sharply and looked over her shoulder at me. "Not at all."
"So then would you like me to give you a little dance tonight?" I wondered if I was pushing it too far. I wondered if the joke was getting stale. I wondered if she realized that I very badly wanted to feel her body on top of mine again. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted to kiss her and touch her. I wanted her naked. I shifted slightly as I realized I was getting hard. I needed to do work, or I would be in big trouble, and not just because I wouldn't get the numbers ready for Travis the next day, but because I was very close to just pulling Alice into my arms, ripping her clothes off, and hoping that she would rip mine off.
"If you want to give me a dance tonight, you can, but only because it's your way of making us even," she said with a small smile.
I grinned at her suddenly, ecstatic at her response. "Then you're on. Tonight, you'll get the best lap dance that Foster Sloane has ever given in his life."
"You've given lap dances before?" She raised an eyebrow at me, looking surprised.
"No," I said. "You'll be the first recipient, so I just hope it's good." Then we both started laughing.
Chapter16
Alice
"Girl, let me know if you're not into him," Molly whispered as we stood in the kitchen.