Torrid Little Affair (Forbidden Desires #3)

Chapter 14 Cooper



At work, I didn’t press Corinne, and kept our relationship strictly professional. In the meantime, I did my best to make sure that my home felt welcoming and inviting.

Wednesday night, I called her and asked if she’d like to come to my place for dinner on Thursday-not a date night-and she agreed to come. Even in our five-minute conversation over the phone, she sounded nervous, so I was determined to take Gavin’s advice and do everything in my power to make sure she felt safe and comfortable around me. I understood then that a solid foundation of trust would be the only way she would ever allow herself to surrender to the pleasure I wanted to give her.

My apartment wasn’t a bachelor pad, per se, but it was clear that I didn’t live with a woman. Huge TV, plush leather sofa, fully stocked bar-I didn’t spend money on things like decorative pillows or complementary ottomans. I was concerned only with quality and function, which meant state-of-the-art appliances, the latest in high-definition technology, and the kind of furniture that was so well-made, it would last for generations after I was gone. I liked the way I lived, but I didn’t want Corinne to feel timid or out of place in my home, so I did my best to soften my place’s rough, industrial edges.

Once my apartment felt sufficiently non-threatening, I made a quick trip to the store to pick up the ingredients I needed for dinner that night. Normally, I relied on delivery services to leave my favorite meals on my doorstep, either ready to eat or in need of a mere half hour in the oven, so the grocery store was kind of new territory. Still, I had decided to cook for Corinne to make my home feel even more inviting, and I could only do that with fresh ingredients I’d picked out myself.

Gavin was right when he said I wasn’t much of a cook, but he didn’t know I’d taken a cooking class during a week-long vacation in Italy. The instructor was gorgeous, so I took the class three times, and while I failed to win the affections of the beautiful Italian culinary goddess, I did succeed in learning to make a killer lasagna from scratch. I didn’t make the dish often-not even my brothers knew about my secret cooking skills-but the few times I chose to do so, it always paid off.

As I wandered through the aisles of the store, looking for fresh lasagna noodles and grass-fed beef, I went over Gavin’s advice in my head. I knew that the moment Corinne stepped through the door into my home, it would take every ounce of willpower I had not to rip her clothes off then and there. The way her perfectly round ass filled out the little pencil skirts she wore hit me right behind the zipper, and part of me longed to skip all the talking and go straight to showing her how good I could make her feel.

Just as I started to imagine exactly what I wanted to do to Corinne, my thoughts were interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. When I pulled it out, I was surprised to find Emma’s name on my screen.

“Emma, hi, what’s going on?”

“Cooper, where are you? I’ve been ringing your doorbell for five minutes now.”

Fuck.

In all my preparations for my date with Corinne, I’d completely forgotten that Emma was coming over beforehand to help me cook. Now I looked like the asshole who no longer wanted her help.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Emma. You got there sooner than I expected. I’m just finishing up at the grocery store. I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh, that’s fine. No problem. I’ll be here.”

I smiled. Even after everything that happened, Emma was still willing to jump in and help me.

“You can let yourself in. The spare’s hiding in one of the potted plants.”

“Right. Thanks, Coop. See you soon.”

“See you soon.”

I hung up and stood there for a moment, waiting for a wave of nervousness or sadness to wash over me. But I didn’t feel anything. Had I actually forgotten that Emma was coming over?

This whole Corinne thing was really getting to me.

When I arrived back at my place, I found Emma in the kitchen, sipping from a bottle of water and obviously lost in a book she’d brought with her.

“I see you had no trouble finding the key,” I said, causing Emma to jump up out of her seat.

“Jesus, Cooper, you scared me!” she cried, looking like she was ready to throw her book at me.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I laughed and raised my hands in surrender. “Sorry. I forgot how jumpy you are.”

Emma smiled. “Yeah, me too,” she said, her eyes meeting mine with the kind of softness and familiarity that used to make my heart pound and my cock perk up in interest.

But in that moment? I didn’t feel anything but the ease and comfort that comes from visiting with an old friend.

Once we’d unpacked the groceries, I began to make my secret lasagna recipe-browning the mix of sausage and ground beef; mixing the ricotta with garlic, parmesan, and herbs; and heating up a jar of pasta sauce. If I’d really planned ahead, I would have made my own sauce from scratch, but I didn’t want to push my luck.

Emma watched me quietly from the corner, her eyes wide. “Looks like you hardly need me at all,” she said playfully, crossing her arms.

I laughed. “Gavin doesn’t know everything about me, you know.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Emma smiled, leaning back against the counter.

After I finished assembling the lasagna, I placed it deftly in the oven, where it needed to cook on low heat for an hour before I took off the top layer of foil to brown the cheese.

“So, you’re cooking for your new assistant, Corinne, huh?” Emma asked with a grin.

Corinne. Just her name had an effect on me. “Yeah. She’s . . . great.”

“That’s awfully nice of you.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, because I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was doing, but I returned Emma’s easy smile.

We stood there for a moment in silence, and I decided that then was as good a time as any.

“Why don’t you take a seat in the living room. I think we should talk,” I said, motioning to the couch.

She nodded and took a seat, and I joined her after washing my hands.

“Listen, Emma,” I said, shifting to face her fully. “I want to apologize for the way I handled things. You were honest with me from the beginning about not knowing what you wanted . . . it was unfair of me to just go radio silent when things didn’t go my way.”

“No, Cooper, I’m the one who’s sorry. I should’ve been more up front with you earlier on. That whole time of our lives was so . . . chaotic. I wasn’t thinking clearly, and you were the one who ended up getting hurt. I’m so sorry about that, really. You were such a good friend to me through it all. It breaks my heart to think of how I hurt you.”

It was good to hear the words come out of Emma’s mouth, even if I already knew that she was too sweet to hold on to any malice. “I appreciate your apology, Emma, but really, there’s nothing to apologize for. You followed your heart. And when I see how happy you and Gavin make each other, it’s clear that you made the right decision.”

“Thank you,” she said, her brows scrunching together in sincerity. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

“I mean it,” I said, pausing before I added, “Although my brother can still be quite the ass every now and then.”

Emma laughed. “There are some things not even true love can change.”

I smiled and my thoughts immediately returned to Corinne. She was so timid around me, like a fragile little dove. I was curious about awakening the tiger inside her. Maybe Emma was right, and love couldn’t fix everything.

Mind-blowing sex and a few killer orgasms, on the other hand?

I had a feeling those might do the trick.


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