Meet Me In My Kitchen
"Hello, Miss Parker."
The deep resonant voice made her turn around. It was impossible for her to hear
it here, in her kitchen.
"Jarod!"
It was really him. The pretender stood in her kitchen as if it were the most
normal thing to do for him. Miss Parker instinctively reached for her gun, but
it wasn't there. Oh yeah, she'd left it in the living room after she'd come
home. Damn it!
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, while staring at him
disbelievingly. A smile played across his face. Miss Parker knew exactly what
that meant. Jarod had a plan; he believed that he had everything under control.
She peered at him closely. Admiration welled up in her. Why did he have to be so
darn attractive?
"Visit you?" Jarod answered tentatively. Her first reaction was to
raise a brow.
"How dumb do you think I am?" she wanted to know, admiringly watching
the play of his muscles when he shifted his weight, crossed his arms in front of
his chest and leant against the fridge. Was it possible that he did this on
purpose?
"I don't think you're dumb at all", he assured her seriously. There
was an amused sparkling in his eyes. He's enjoying this, Miss Parker thought.
Well, then let's see what you think about this.
She relaxed and took her jacket off. Jarod's gaze admiringly roamed over the
silk blouse she was wearing underneath - and wich showed more than it covered.
"You know", Miss Parker said casually, "visiting me out of my
office hours might lead to some... misinterpretations." With some effort
Jarod managed to avert his attention from his observations.
"I always thought there is no such thing as office hours at the
Centre", he replied after a while. His voice sounded more hoarsely than
just moments ago.
"It's just a matter of perspective", Miss Parker answered. She began
to enjoy this new game. "But you still haven't told me why you are
here."
"It's been a while since we last saw each other", Jarod said
evasively. He found it difficult not to let his gaze wander over her body. Why
was it so important for her why he was here? The only important thing was that
he was here.
Miss Parker smiled. "Well, that wasn't my fault."
Jarod laughed lowly. True, a few times she'd been quite close to him... But that
wasn't the kind of proximity he had in mind. Still looking at her he realized
that he was not the only one who had difficulties to concentrate on their
conversation.
"So there's no special reason for you to be here?" she finally asked.
When he didn't respond she slightly cocked her head. "Well, forget
it", she said, shrugging her shoulders. "It's been a long a day, and
I'm tired. I'll go to bed now."
Her remark aroused him, but he couldn't tell if it was the words or her tone of
voice which did this to him. Probably it was the combination of both. When she
turned to go he took hold of her arm. She turned to face him. Now she was the
one who was amused.
"Any objections, Jarod?" Her voice was a seductive whisper.
"Yes", he managed to say. The dangers of this devolopment briefly came
to his mind. But until now she hadn't even tried to call someone at the Centre.
He relaxed his hold on her, letting his fingers slowly glide down her arm to her
hand. Jarod felt her tremble under his touch.
"That's very interesting", she murmured, her voice dark. "Why are
you here?"
"Is that important?"
"It is for me." Her voice was soft now. She was standing so close to
him that he could feel her body warmth. His thoughts were racing.
"You know why I'm here", he replied hoarsely. All he could think of
was to touch her.
"Tell me, Jarod."
With difficulty he suppressed a moan. "I..."
"Come on, Jarod."
"I wanted to see you."
"Just see me?"
The unspoken invitation in her voice intensified his arousal.
"No." Somehow he managed to bring the word out intelligibly. He wanted
to feel her. Now. Here. All of her.
"Why else?"
Jarod concentrated on her voice, trying to think of an answer.
"You know why", he repeated, not willing to expose himself completely.
"Maybe. But I want to hear it from you." Her eyes burned into him,
breaking his resistance.
"I want to touch you", he said very softly. She hesitated for a
moment, her face lighting up, her eyes gleaming.
"Then... touch me, Jarod."
Had she really just allowed him to touch her? He hoped so, he really did.
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