Kitchen Affairs

By: Brooke Cumberland



Well, if that isn't creepy.

"So then you knew I wasn't married?" I managed to ask, wedging out of his trap. His body was intoxicating me, and I could feel my heart racing as he inched closer into me.

He chuckled as if he's been caught. "You would be right. I needed an opening," he confessed with a wide grin.

"What ever happened to hello my name is?" I questioned, getting another glass of wine

"That's too predicable. I like to stand out."

Oh, trust me Drake, you stand out.

"Well, now that you are standing in my kitchen unexpectedly…" I stopped as I realized Stella was sluggishly walking in rubbing one of her eyes.

"What is it sweetheart?" I ran to her bending down on my knees.

"I'm thirsty," she mumbled as she rubbed the other eye, slowly tilting her head all the way up to the strange man standing in her kitchen.

"Okay baby. I'll get you some water." I filled her a cup and led her back to bed. I was sure Drake wasn't expecting that.

Well, maybe he knew with all the background crap, but still he was probably surprised.

I walked back expecting Drake to bail, but astonishingly he was pouring himself another glass and waiting patiently for my return. I smiled and put the rest of my glass down.

"She's adorable," he gleamed. “Looks just like you.”

"The love of my life," I bragged with pride. I hadn’t thought of the opportunity of introducing Stella to another man before. I had been so focused on school and raising her that it never even crossed my mind.

"Well, Molly,” he said dragging out each syllable of my name. “It was a delight to see you. I shall leave you to the rest of your night." He gently grabbed my hand, closed his eyes, and kissed gently down on my right hand. My whole body quivered as his lips gracefully touched my skin.

He slammed the rest of his wine down and escorted himself to the door. "Have a lovely evening," I said as I opened the door waiting for him to leave. He nodded and out he went. Have a lovely evening? What am I his grandma? Ugh.





CHAPTER TWO





The next morning I got Stella ready for school so Michael could drop her off while I got ready for my second day of interning. I took a little more time getting myself ready so I could look my best in case Drake approached me again. I looked in the mirror, pleased with my appearance. If he’s going to trap me in the freezer again, at least I will have the courage to tell him to fuck off.

Or to take me right then and there.

Still flustered with him showing up at my apartment last night with no answers, I was determined to get some answers today. What does he want and why me? I’m not particularly special in any way. In fact, I still have stretch marks proving I bared a child. However, I wasn’t ashamed of my appearance with my long, naturally wavy brown hair and brown eyes. I was the spitting image of my mother with a petite frame; however, I only made it to five feet-four inches.

Still unsure of my feelings towards him, I argued with myself the entire way to class. I was positive he would use me as part of a catch-and-release game, but part of me hoped he was genuinely interested in me.

Mr. Cooper had us working in groups today. He made it fun by allowing us to compete in groups. It was a way to allow us to feel comfortable in the kitchen and to interact with our peers. I wasn’t the competing type, but I was grouped with one other woman and three attractive men, so it was a thrill to show off my skills.

“Oh gees, excuse me!” I squealed as I felt a hand brush the small of my lower back. I was smacked against a hard chest trying to keep my stance.

“No problem,” he gleamed as I stood there looking like an idiot. I quickly backed up nodding my apologies and continued walking towards the counter. Ugh, I need to watch where I’m going.

“Brad. My name is Brad. It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted catching up to me with his hand out.

“Molly. Nice to meet you Brad,” I responded shyly wondering why he felt the need to introduce himself. I guess it was appropriate considering my breasts were just smashed up against him. Well, that was embarrassing.

We continued our project and fortunately finished first. It felt amazing to know my skills and knowledge could finally be used in a real, state of the art kitchen.

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