Leo

In Elena's kitchen, I take every chance to flirt with her that I can. I'm so pleased that she asked me to stay for dinner, and I would obviously never reject her. I just want her to know that I'm here for more than just to protect her. I definitely love being at her side. I feel more comfortable knowing I'm here so that stalker wouldn't dare attempt anything. But, Elena has to know how much she means so much to me. I’ve gotta find some way to say that to her.

She's standing at the stove attempting to cook some kind of pasta sauce. I see her struggling and think it's hilarious. She really isn't a good cook. I smell things burning and she seems to be a little chaotic trying to chop, stir, and season everything. I need to step in. This is just sad. I wonder if she's trying to impress me by cooking dinner, because otherwise I'm not sure she's ever handled a stove before. I try to hide my laughter, but she notices and wonders what's so funny.

"Nothing. Just . . . you." I chuckle. She looks so cute in her little apron, besides the splattering of sauce on it, of course.

"You know, Elena, I'm a pretty good cook, and I can see that you obviously aren't."

"Heeey," she says. "At least I'm trying." She sees me grinning. "Fine, show me how you can do better."

Finally, a way to impress her. I happen to be a very good cook, but I don't do it for just anyone. They have to deserve it, and that is few and far between. I'm going to show Elena my skills in the kitchen, and I hope it leads her to believe I’m more than just a cop. I’m a very well-rounded man.

"First thing's first," I take over the reins. "You boil the water before you put the pasta in."

"Oh my gosh! I'm so embarrassed. You found me out. I thought I could handle this, but I'm really the worst cook ever. I always order takeout." She laughs to hide her embarrassment.

"Ah, that's okay. That's why I'm here. I happen to have a lot of different skills... Skills in the bedroom, skills in the kitchen." I'm teasing her now.

"Leo! Geez, put it all out there why don't you."

I take the chopping utensil from her hand and give her a kiss before showing her to the barstool to sit while I take over.

"No need to dirty those manicured hands."

Before she sits down she says, "How ‘bout I pour us some wine? That at least I can do."

"That'd be great."

I stare at her ass as she goes to get the wine. She has a beautiful body. Her legs are so long, and I imagine them wrapped tightly around my waist. I start to imagine a lot of things...

But, she's not just a piece of ass to me. I actually want to know more about her, which is definitely rare for me. I want to take her mind off all her worries and help her to relax, so a little distracting conversation might help.

"So, how's work? I mean, what do you even do there?"

"Oh, well we're a building company that uses all green materials. I really feel the future is eco, and it's important to be good to the planet. Our materials are really sustainable, and they will last forever. Also, they are healthier than normal materials. That is so important, especially in homes where there are children. Don't you agree?”

"Um, yeah." I do agree, but she's caught me off guard here because I had no idea she was so passionate about her work. I find that really sexy. "I think that's great. The future is eco. I like how you phrased that."

"Well, it's really important."

"I know, I know it is. That's awesome that you love your job."

"Yeah," she smiles softly, "it really is. To work somewhere that you actually love and where it doesn't feel like work when you're doing it is special."

"Yes! That's exactly how my job is. I love protecting you." I let that slip. "I mean, I'm glad I could be here to protect you. It doesn't feel like work, that's all." Elena is definitely not work. She's all play. She smiles coyly at my slip of the tongue.

"So," I say changing the subject. "What do you do for fun?"

"Oh well, I don't really party that much. I like to go out dancing, but I'm also into yoga, and I love to read, and even though I don't cook, I'm somewhat of a foodie, meaning I like unique, exquisite cuisine." It's hot to me that she has so many interests and passions. "What about you?"

"Ha, well the same stuff… foodie, working out. I have to say, I don't do yoga."

This makes her giggle. "You should come to a class with me! We'll get you all limber."

"The only limber one we need around here is you." I test the waters, looking to see if she wants to fuck. Her eyes set on mine, and she takes a long, slow drink of wine. I know we're both thinking the same thing. But she has no idea how much I worship her, body, mind, and soul. She is so much more than just another notch on my bedpost.

"So," she says with her eyes still on me. "Why have you never been married? I find that surprising."

Ahh, it finally comes out. She wants to know why I'm single. I can't tell her that I'm used to fucking and leaving every girl who comes along without much interest. I can't tell her that I've been looking for more but haven’t found until seeing her again.

I walk over to her side of the counter and pull back her soft hair. I whisper now in her ear. "If Barry hadn't met you first, I wouldn't still be single." And then, I take her face in my hands, stare at her genuinely and her eyes become wide with excitement. I kiss her deeply to prove my point. She must know how I feel, and if she doesn’t, then I will show her.