Trying to Score
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Lucky kid.
He turned on the iPad and went to play a game just as the doorbell rang. Lucas glanced up towards the door and saw the silhouette of someone. He got up and padded to the door in his bare feet. He didn’t know who would be there and hoped it wasn’t someone that was going to care that he was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He reached for the door and pulled it open to the last person he thought he would ever see after the afternoon he just had.
Fallon stood with a nervous smile on her face, a picnic basket in her hand and a bottle in the other. Lucas brought his eyebrows together as he looked down at her wondering what the hell she was doing there. She was wearing a pair of bright pink sweat pants and an extremely large black shirt that hung off her shoulder with a tie at the side, making it tight around her middle and loose around the top. He met her eyes again as he crossed his arms across his chest, giving her the same look he gave his opponents on the ice.
Fallon shuffled nervously before shrugging her shoulders. “I made you dinner. Can I come in?”
Lucas didn’t know what she was up to, but he loved her food. He also wanted to know what she wanted, so he moved out of the way and she passed by him, her scent leaving a trail behind her. He always loved the flowery smell of her but that wasn’t the only thing he smelled. It must have been the food. She stopped in the foyer as Lucas shut the door and started for the kitchen. Neither one of them said anything as they made the short trip to the kitchen. Lucas went to the bar and closed his iPad up in its case as Fallon laid her basket on the kitchen table. He turned to watch as she started to unload the basket. She took out a light blue tablecloth, laying it on the table and making sure there weren’t any wrinkles before placing two candlesticks and two wine glasses down beside two pearly white plates. Fallon turned back to the basket, taking out container after container of food. Once she was done, she ran her hands down her thighs before turning to look at him.
“What’s all this?”
Fallon looked down at the ground before looking up at him. “A start to an apology?”
Lucas looked away and took a deep breath. “Maybe an apology isn’t enough.”
“That’s why I brought the food.”
A grin tugged at Lucas’ mouth as he looked over at her. “It’s your favorite. My apple-bacon pork chops with stuffin’, greens, and my sweet cornbread.”
She had him at apple-bacon pork chops.
Lucas started towards her and a smile came over her face as she realized that he was going to eat. Even if he was wanting to kill her, all she had to do was pull out those pork chops and he would eat before killing her — not that he would ever want to kill her though.
Hopefully.
She turned quickly to take off the tops of all the containers before she served them both. The air became thick with the smell of brown sugar and apples causing Lucas’ mouth to water. She reached for the bottle of what looked like wine and Lucas shook his head.
“I don’t drink, Fallon.”
“I know, it’s a bottle of our company’s cider. It’s really good, and I thought it would go great with the chops,” she said before pouring them both a glass. Lucas looked up at her, watching her profile. He could tell she really had put thought into what she had put together for them. It was sort of cute and romantic what she was doing.
She was trying.
Lucas also noticed that she had washed her face, all her makeup from earlier was gone. Her hair was in a messy bun and as his eyes raked her body, he couldn’t help but look at her ass. It was such a fine ass. She glanced over at him, a small sweet smile on her face before she sat down and picked up her fork.
“Sorry your dinner date isn’t all glossed up. I changed to cook dinner and then I didn’t want it to get cold, so I just ran out the house,” she rambled.
When she looked over at him, he said, “You look gorgeous, Fal.”
And he meant it. No matter what she wore, or didn’t for that matter, he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. It killed him how she could go from a power suit to sweats to a mini dress and each outfit could have his mouth watering. She was simply breathtaking.
Fallon looked away, shaking her head. “Don’t say that Lucas, I don’t deserve it.”
Lucas shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t, but it’s true.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Okay, so maybe your ass looks big in the pants,” he said with a grin.
Fallon gave him a cheeky smile as she looked over at him. “My ass always looks big.”
Lucas nodded. “Yeah, and I love it.”
Fallon’s cheeks warmed as she looked down at her food. Lucas picked up his fork and dug into the food. It was spectacular. Lucas let out an appreciative moan before he started to eat fast. “You don’t have to scarf it down Lucas, there is a lot left.”
“It’s so good,” he moaned before eating more. He hadn’t eaten much since breakfast, he thought he wasn’t hungry but he guessed it was that he didn’t want to eat the nasty food he made. Then again, he could be full as hell and still have room for Fallon’s food. He was pitiful.
“Good, I’m glad you like it,” she said quietly before returning to her plate.
Lucas ate the pork chop to the bone before he reached for two more. Fallon watched him with a small grin on her face before she started to eat again. After eating like it was his last meal, he leaned back, holding his stomach as she continued to eat.
He turned on the iPad and went to play a game just as the doorbell rang. Lucas glanced up towards the door and saw the silhouette of someone. He got up and padded to the door in his bare feet. He didn’t know who would be there and hoped it wasn’t someone that was going to care that he was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He reached for the door and pulled it open to the last person he thought he would ever see after the afternoon he just had.
Fallon stood with a nervous smile on her face, a picnic basket in her hand and a bottle in the other. Lucas brought his eyebrows together as he looked down at her wondering what the hell she was doing there. She was wearing a pair of bright pink sweat pants and an extremely large black shirt that hung off her shoulder with a tie at the side, making it tight around her middle and loose around the top. He met her eyes again as he crossed his arms across his chest, giving her the same look he gave his opponents on the ice.
Fallon shuffled nervously before shrugging her shoulders. “I made you dinner. Can I come in?”
Lucas didn’t know what she was up to, but he loved her food. He also wanted to know what she wanted, so he moved out of the way and she passed by him, her scent leaving a trail behind her. He always loved the flowery smell of her but that wasn’t the only thing he smelled. It must have been the food. She stopped in the foyer as Lucas shut the door and started for the kitchen. Neither one of them said anything as they made the short trip to the kitchen. Lucas went to the bar and closed his iPad up in its case as Fallon laid her basket on the kitchen table. He turned to watch as she started to unload the basket. She took out a light blue tablecloth, laying it on the table and making sure there weren’t any wrinkles before placing two candlesticks and two wine glasses down beside two pearly white plates. Fallon turned back to the basket, taking out container after container of food. Once she was done, she ran her hands down her thighs before turning to look at him.
“What’s all this?”
Fallon looked down at the ground before looking up at him. “A start to an apology?”
Lucas looked away and took a deep breath. “Maybe an apology isn’t enough.”
“That’s why I brought the food.”
A grin tugged at Lucas’ mouth as he looked over at her. “It’s your favorite. My apple-bacon pork chops with stuffin’, greens, and my sweet cornbread.”
She had him at apple-bacon pork chops.
Lucas started towards her and a smile came over her face as she realized that he was going to eat. Even if he was wanting to kill her, all she had to do was pull out those pork chops and he would eat before killing her — not that he would ever want to kill her though.
Hopefully.
She turned quickly to take off the tops of all the containers before she served them both. The air became thick with the smell of brown sugar and apples causing Lucas’ mouth to water. She reached for the bottle of what looked like wine and Lucas shook his head.
“I don’t drink, Fallon.”
“I know, it’s a bottle of our company’s cider. It’s really good, and I thought it would go great with the chops,” she said before pouring them both a glass. Lucas looked up at her, watching her profile. He could tell she really had put thought into what she had put together for them. It was sort of cute and romantic what she was doing.
She was trying.
Lucas also noticed that she had washed her face, all her makeup from earlier was gone. Her hair was in a messy bun and as his eyes raked her body, he couldn’t help but look at her ass. It was such a fine ass. She glanced over at him, a small sweet smile on her face before she sat down and picked up her fork.
“Sorry your dinner date isn’t all glossed up. I changed to cook dinner and then I didn’t want it to get cold, so I just ran out the house,” she rambled.
When she looked over at him, he said, “You look gorgeous, Fal.”
And he meant it. No matter what she wore, or didn’t for that matter, he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. It killed him how she could go from a power suit to sweats to a mini dress and each outfit could have his mouth watering. She was simply breathtaking.
Fallon looked away, shaking her head. “Don’t say that Lucas, I don’t deserve it.”
Lucas shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t, but it’s true.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Okay, so maybe your ass looks big in the pants,” he said with a grin.
Fallon gave him a cheeky smile as she looked over at him. “My ass always looks big.”
Lucas nodded. “Yeah, and I love it.”
Fallon’s cheeks warmed as she looked down at her food. Lucas picked up his fork and dug into the food. It was spectacular. Lucas let out an appreciative moan before he started to eat fast. “You don’t have to scarf it down Lucas, there is a lot left.”
“It’s so good,” he moaned before eating more. He hadn’t eaten much since breakfast, he thought he wasn’t hungry but he guessed it was that he didn’t want to eat the nasty food he made. Then again, he could be full as hell and still have room for Fallon’s food. He was pitiful.
“Good, I’m glad you like it,” she said quietly before returning to her plate.
Lucas ate the pork chop to the bone before he reached for two more. Fallon watched him with a small grin on her face before she started to eat again. After eating like it was his last meal, he leaned back, holding his stomach as she continued to eat.
