| CHAPTER 4 |
| Brittnee left work early to go home to get ready to have dinner with AJ. He had gotten back in town the night before. She was surprised that she was nervous and actually missed him at the same time. She had talked to him a couple times while he was gone but worried that it just wasn't enough for her. She was going over to AJ's house to have dinner. He said he can only cook a few easy things but would like to try to entertain her. As Brittnee followed the directions AJ had given her to his house, she tried to calm her nerves. Why was she so nervous? "It's just dinner," she told herself as she drove up and put the car in park. His house looked so inviting. Very big but not overwhelming, and the big double doors lit up from the light in the foyer through the etched glass. She rang the doorbell and made sure her hair wasn't sticking up and her dress was straight. She saw a dark object run to the door and a mill-second later AJ's face appeared. Her face lit up with one big smile. "Hi!" "Hey," AJ said as he made the motion to come in. He gave her a kiss on the cheek as he shut the door. "You look really beautiful. I have to run to the kitchen because I think I'm ruining our dinner. You can look around if you want." AJ ran back into the kitchen as Brittnee took off her jacket. She looked around as she made her way to the kitchen. "Do you need any help?" "No," he said as he poured a bag of store-bought salad into a bowl. "You weren't supposed to see that. Have a seat!" He put a glass in front of a seat at the bar above the counter and poured her some wine. "It's almost ready." She sat down and took a sip. "It smells delicious. What are we having?" AJ spun around from stirring the pasta and whipped a dishtowel over his arm. In his most prestegous voice he listed the dinner. "To start, the chef has prepared a crisp, green salad with dressing of Italiano. For your entree, he has created a nice al dente pasta topped with sauce of red with meat au beuf. And for dessert he has chosen his favorite treat, a tall glass of french vanilla ice cream swimming in root of the beer. Dinner will be served promptly in 2 minutes in the dinning room." "Wow, this is really great. I'm so impressed that you cooked." "Well, it's just spaghetti. It's nothing fancy schmancy. I didn't feel like going out." "I think this will be better than going out." Brittnee smiled and took a drink. "This is really good wine. It's been so long since I've actually drank wine." AJ topped their glasses off and lead Brittnee into the dinning room. They turned the corner and set on the table was a blanket of pink poppies. She gasped and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Have a seat and I'll be right back with our food." Brittnee put their glasses on the table and smelled the flowers the second she sat down. "This is amazing," she said to herself. AJ walked in with the salad bowls in hand. She didn't know what to say to him. This has already been more than any man has done for her so far. AJ smiled and sat down next to her. "Your freshly cut and picked salad. I have a garden out back." "Oh you do, do you," Brittnee laughed. "So you're a gardener too, huh?" "Only when I want to make the trip to the grocery store." The two made easy conversation for the rest of the dinner. There was never a lull in conversation. After dinner they moved out into the living room to eat their rootbeer floats. "I have an idea," AJ says as he gets up from the couch and ran into the kitchen. He returns with a can of whipped cream. "It's always better with a little whip." "This could turn bad," Brittnee says as she looks up at AJ who is spraying whipped cream in her cup. "Brittnee Mac! You are blushing. Why on earth are you blushing for?" "You have a can of whipped cream and that always means trouble." "Do you not want trouble?" "OH NO," she exclaimed. "I mean, trouble is good and if it turned into trouble then that would be okay, but I'm not asking for it, I mean I want it but you know its too soon, maybe, but if you are up for trouble then that would be okay with me. Yes I'll shut up now." AJ looked at Brittnee and his expression couldn't be measured by her. "You are so cute." He scooped some of his rootbeer float on his spoon and fed it to her. He gave her a half smile and half mischievious look. He sat back on against the couch and watched the fire as he ate his float. Brittnee couldn't take it. She was so nervous. Usually when she is going to make a move she has no nerves at all and just goes for it. This time was different. Everything about him made her nervous but in a good way. She took a breath and went in for the kill. She grabbed his chin and turned his head and kissed him. They parted and she licked her lips. "Told you whipped cream means trouble." AJ took her glass from her hand and set both of their glasses on the coffee table. "I think you attract trouble." He laughed and began to kiss her again. ~*~*~*~ Brittnee woke up the this morning to the sound of her cell phone, not her usual alarm clock. As she picked her head up from the pillow she looked around the room confused. AJ came into the room with a glass of orange juice. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and his hair was very tousled. "Can you hand me my cell phone," she asked him as she took the orange juice from him. He gave her a kiss. "Good morning!" "Morning," she said not as peppy. "My head hurts." "Oh here," AJ opened his palm and placed two aspirin in Brittnee's mouth. "These will help. I thought you'd probably need that since you said last night that you hadn't drank wine in a long time." Brittnee looked at the bedsheet. "We had fun last night, didn't we?" "Yea, we sure did," AJ said taking the juice from her hand and sitting it on the nightstand. He layed her back on her back. "Let's have some more fun." "Oh no, AJ!" Brittnee laughed and sat back up. "I have to get to work." He gave her his puppy dog look. "Please?" "Well, I have to go take a shower, so why don't you come join me?" Her devilish look on her face transfered over to AJ's. "See... trouble." Chapter 5 **coming soon** Featured Stories Main Page |