Trent was distracted, but he picked up the phone when he heard it ringing next to him. “Yeah?”
“Trent?”
Trent sat up a little straighter and pulled the phone away to make sure that it was her and he wasn’t just hearing things. “Foster. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today.”
“Well I know we don’t have a lesson until this weekend, but I was hoping that maybe you would like to stop by. I am making dinner and didn’t want to eat alone. Since you have cooked for me, I figure I could return the favor.” She had said it so fast that she wondered if he had even understood her. Every time Foster got nervous she talked like an auctioneer. As the silence drug out, it made her even more nervous. “I mean, that is if you aren’t busy.”
“No, I’m not busy at all. I just didn’t figure I would hear from you, after the way I had acted the last time we talked.”
Foster wasn’t sure if he was talking about the conversation they had had or the one where he had stuttered a few times on the phone before hanging up. Pick one, she thought to herself. But she was the one that had called. Her boss’s words were rolling around in her mind and it was hard not to feel a bit out on a ledge.
“Well I just want to repay your kindness. You are one of the only guys that hadn’t tried to get in my pants since I have been here. The first one to befriend me besides Karen, and I was hoping you would like some stroganoff.”
“I don’t know what that is, but it sounds good. What time would you like me to come over?”
“Anytime. Now is good.” She blushed when she heard the way it had come across. It sounded different in her mind, but there was a sound of desperation in her voice. Clearing her throat, she kind of giggled. “Just whenever, Trent. I am going to get off of here, so I don’t burn the onions. The door is open, just come on in.”
Foster didn’t wait for him to respond, but ended the call. She couldn’t believe she had just done that and her hands and body were trembling. What if he did come? Would it be the time? She pushed the thoughts away and went to the fridge to grab the onions.
When she heard the knock ten minutes later, Foster jumped at the sound. She had told him it was open, but he still waited for her to come to the door and let him in. “Smells good.”
Foster smiled and then remembered the onion cooking in the pan. She really was going to burn the onions if she didn’t go back in there. “Hey, want a drink in here? I am still cooking. I didn’t think you would be so quick.”
“When a beautiful woman invites me over, agrees to cook for me, I am not going to say no.”
“Good to know.”
She turned back and went towards the kitchen, trying to slow down her breathing from him being there so suddenly, his eyes on her. “How was your day?”
“Long.”
Foster could relate, but once again, she couldn’t say what was really on her mind. “I can relate. It liked to have never ended. I swear Karen books appointments like there is two of her.”
He chuckled and relaxed with the safe subject. Trent took his jacket off and asked her where to put it. “Anywhere. I don’t really have an official place. Mine is on the couch.”
Trent set his jacket on top of hers and followed the sound of her voice and the smell into the kitchen. “This is a nice place.”
“Yeah, not my décor. I could never pull this off, so I was thankful to find something furnished already.”
Trent could feel a different vibe in the air and Foster was feeling far better about him that evening. All she really wanted was for him to kiss her again, but she was prepared to play it out if she had to. She had already made up her mind that she was going to have him. Foster just had to convince Trent that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
“It looks good. Suits you somehow.”
Foster kind of laughed. “It was the first place that we found that didn’t have cow skulls on the wall.”
Trent looked uncomfortable for a minute. “Not that I don’t like yours of course. It’s okay for a man, but as a woman, it is not really that stylish.” She was putting her foot in her mouth. It was hard for them to see their ways from someone else’s eyes. Trent had lived there his whole life and he actually thought they classed the place up. By the way she had said that, it was clear where she fell on the issue.
“You’re right. I really need a female touch in there.”
“Don’t look at me. I have no eye for that sort of thing. My last apartment back east had white walls because I could never think of the right color.”
“I beg to differ. Your dress is quite becoming.” His eyes took in the tight red dress that made him feel like a bull in heat. She had never really been so fancy before and with the earlier comments, he was starting to wonder if he was the one out of his league. Foster had her mind set on something.
“Thank you. I never really get to dress up anymore. You look good, as always.”
His tight jeans were just close enough to the skin to show off all of his muscles in his thighs. They flexed as he moved around in the kitchen, stirring and tasting everything while she watched him.
“So what happened with you and that call last night? Did you need something?”
Her words reminded him that he was not being very suave about the whole situation. Usually Trent was the one that could take what he needed and move on. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been with women, just never more than once or twice. But what was different was the giddy feeling he felt every time he was around her. Trent didn’t feel as in control as he would have liked to have been.
“I wanted something, but then thought against it. Sorry about that.”
“No big deal, it’s just you seem to change your mind a lot. Hot one minute and then ice cold the next.”
He nodded his head. “Yes, that happens sometimes.”
“Does it?”
“Well it does now I guess.”
“So what are you now?”
Trent wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Her face was so innocent looking and her smile was disarming to his senses. “Are you hot or cold?”
“Definitely hot.”
He was so close all of a sudden and she couldn’t help the smile that spread over her lips. There was just something about him and with him there with her, it fooled her mind into thinking he was going to kiss her. She sighed against him as he leaned in, her eyes closing as her lips searched out his.
It was as perfect of a time as any to get over his nervousness. Foster had made the decision for both of them, making the first move because she was tired of waiting for him to do it. His lips were soft against hers, surprised when they were talking one minute and then kissing the next.
Trent didn’t take long to take over, his grip becoming tighter on her arms and his tongue more insistent. Foster had been waiting for that moment and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. He just felt too good and his body crushed against her softness. Pulling back, Trent watched her eyes slowly open.
Foster wanted more and she moved to kiss him again, but he stopped her. “Not here.”
“Then where?”
He chuckled at her impatience. “Don’t you want to turn the stove off?”
Foster looked at it with unseeing eyes and shrugged. “Let it burn.”
Trent went to the stove and turned off the burner. While everything smelled good, he couldn’t think of food. She was moving towards the back of the house and he followed her, quickly catching up before they made it all the way down the hall.
Pushing her against the wall, she giggled. “Now how is this any better?”
Trent’s lips were on hers, silencing anymore thought and soon Foster didn’t care where they were, as long as he didn’t stop kissing her.