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a bottle of soy sauce fell off the counter onto the floor. She picked it up, seeing the bottle survived. “No, we’re good. Soy is crucial in a stir fry.”
    Handing him the bottle, she helped him place the ingredients out.
    “Right, I’ve never made a stir fry in my life,” he said.
    Chuckling, she nudged him out of the way. “Good for you, I have.”
    She searched his kitchen, finding a wok, a chopping board, and knife. Piper set him to work cutting vegetables as she marinated the chicken.
    “Don’t you have a wife or girlfriend to do this for you?” she asked, wondering if she heard wrong back in the grocery store. There was no way this man was single.
    “Baby, if I had a woman in my life I wouldn’t be trying to get you around to my place.”
    Excitement zipped through her veins. Ignoring the excitement, she turned on the heat. His arm brushed against hers. “Relax, Piper. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise you’re safe with me.”
    “I’m fine.”
    How could she tell him she wasn’t used to men flirting with her? Was he flirting with her? She didn’t even know what he was trying to do.
    For the next thirty minutes she worked on the stir fry, mixing everything together as she instructed Jesse to add ingredients. The scents of garlic, ginger, and chili were amazing. Finally, she added some pre-cooked noodles before serving it into two bowls.
    “This smells amazing,” Jesse said, hovering over. She watched him take a fork and dive in, burning his mouth. “Ow, I tell you, baby, this is fucking delicious.”
    She stared at the ink around his neck. Without his jacket on and wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, she was able to see the ink up his arms.
    “Are you part of a group or something?” she asked.
    “Or something.”
    Jesse handed her a bowl and she followed him back through to the sitting room. His apartment was nice and clean. “Sit there,” he said, pointing to the end of the sofa.
    Sitting down, she waited for him to sit then dove into her food. She was so hungry and felt embarrassed by how hungry she actually was.
    “I love a woman who knows how to eat.”
    “What?” She paused with the fork on her lips.
    “Nowadays women are all worrying about being the perfect size and ordering a salad. We only have this life once and most people waste it by restraining themselves. I’d rather be on a date with a woman who likes to eat.” His smile made her heart pound.
    Besides family gatherings, Piper made every effort to never eat in front of other people. “Erm, great I guess.”
    She ate in silence, listening to Jesse moan.
    “Woman, you’ve got to marry me,” he said.
    There were times when he spoke that she wondered if he was part of a motorcycle club similar to her father’s. The men she grew up with didn’t keep their emotions in check. They always spoke without a filter.
    Ignoring his words, she finished her food, wishing the unease would disappear. When they were finished she helped him do the dishes, then went toward the fridge. “It’s been lovely but I need to head out.” She turned to see Jesse standing close.
    “Stay.” His hand rested beside her head. “We’ll watch a movie and have some fun.”
    Fingers stroked through her hair and Piper felt a pulse between her thighs. She didn’t know what to do or say.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Nothing you don’t want. Can you feel it, Piper?”
    She shook her head even as her nipples tightened, pressing against the loose shirt she wore. She always wore clothing bigger than her shape as she hated trying to fit her figure into any clothes.
    “A movie?” Her voice was high pitched.
    “Yes, a movie.”
    “Okay.”
    He left the room, grabbing a movie from his bedroom.
    Come on, Piper, you can do this. One movie and then you’re out of here.
    Running her sweaty palms down her thighs, she licked her lips and then tucked some hair behind her ear. This was the first time she’d spent any length of time with a man who