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I intend to find out lots of interesting information about you tonight, Dr. Rothman, he thought. “Holy hell, Billie. Pardon me, I didn’t mean to swear, but it smells like heaven in here. What are you going to pleasure my taste buds with this evening?”
    Billie paused for a moment and decided to give the proper answer instead of the naughty images roaming freely through her head. They were the ones where Jackson suddenly leaned down to run his lips just below her ear and licked gently.
    Bustling around, she took out two wineglasses and corkscrew. “I would rather show you than tell.” She laughed. “Please sit on down and let me work. You can pour us some merlot in the meanwhile.”
    “My momma would take a switch to my backside if I didn’t help you, Billie,” he said with a devastating smile. “I was raised better than to let a lady, so kind to cook me a meal, do all the work.”
    A sad smile lifted the corners of Billie’s lips. “Actually, Jackson, I would appreciate it if you would just sit and let me serve you . It has been so long since I have had an opportunity to do so, and it sort of makes me feel….normal again.”
    “What do you mean normal?”
    “My husband, Matthew, passed away several years ago and he liked when, as he said, a woman acted like a woman. Truth is, I really enjoyed making him happy that way. It is sort of sexist but there it is. I am a sexist woman,” she said almost proudly.
    “How can you think you are sexist when you must work harder professionally than most men? He laughed out loud. “However, I don’t think I would suffer any pain if it would make you smile to do this for me. Most men secretly get the hots for women who want to serve, Billie.”
    “I am all yours.”
    Trying to keep his thoughts clean was becoming difficult as she started shuttling the platters of marinated skirt steak, garlic mash potatoes, roasted Italian asparagus, and candied carrots to the table. He couldn’t control his eyes caressing her amazing backside as she moved gracefully back to the counter by the kitchen. Her breasts sure looked decadent in the top and his hands sweated with the need to run his palms over their softness. Running them over his pant legs instead, he murmured, “To new neighbors,” while raising his wineglass. Billie smiled back at Jackson and took a sip from her glass.
    “This is delicious! Thank you. I completely forgot about wine with dinner.”
    “Cut yourself some slack,” he said laughingly, his eyes twinkling. “You just moved in today. I cannot believe I let you cook me dinner when you probably haven’t even unpacked your cooking pots.”
    “After what you did for me today, there is little I would ever deny you, Jackson,” she said with an unintentional breathiness. “Okay, my hero, dig in.”
    Jackson tore his eyes away from her face and put the first bite in his mouth. “Good god, woman. I am so going to marry you!” he mumbled. With an ungentlemanly gusto, he started eating with enthusiasm. She was a woman who could really cook and with an ass that was just made to fuck. How would he maintain a proper distance? Gwen had never liked cooking, which was okay. He didn’t marry her so she could slave for him, but there was just something about sitting down to a meal with a beautiful woman who enjoyed feeding him what he would enjoy. It made him want things again. Things he really didn’t want to feel for another woman. Truth be told, he never felt strong feelings for her and from the way she cavorted around town now, he suspected she had never felt it either.
    Shaking off the darker thoughts, he sat savoring the incredible skills of the woman sitting across from. “Where did you learn to cook like this? Most people do casseroles and the like around here. This is just heaven, Billie.”
    “Everyone has a hobby I guess,” she said, unable to keep her pleasure at his compliment from showing. “I worked pretty hard during the week but on the weekends, I