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Untitled
Jamie Oliver/Janeane Garofalo
PG?
165 words
He stepped out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air. He loved cooking, even when it wasn't his party, but sometimes slaving over a hot stove got, well, hot. He leaned on the railing and stared down at the lights in the street below, then nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke to him.
"So you're the cook." A red ember at the end of her cigarette marked her position, her black clothing making her almost invisible in the shadows. She stepped forward into the light, amusement making her dark eyes twinkle. "I hear you're fast. Is that a good thing?"
He said the first thing that came into his head. "In ten minutes I can whip up a chocolate sauce that's perfect for licking off of nipples."
Her eyes narrowed as she took another drag on her cigarette and slowly exhaled, then a smile quirked up the corners of her lips as she flicked the butt over the railing.
"Prove it."
Untitled
Jamie Oliver/Janeane Garofalo
PG?
165 words
He stepped out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air. He loved cooking, even when it wasn't his party, but sometimes slaving over a hot stove got, well, hot. He leaned on the railing and stared down at the lights in the street below, then nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke to him.
"So you're the cook." A red ember at the end of her cigarette marked her position, her black clothing making her almost invisible in the shadows. She stepped forward into the light, amusement making her dark eyes twinkle. "I hear you're fast. Is that a good thing?"
He said the first thing that came into his head. "In ten minutes I can whip up a chocolate sauce that's perfect for licking off of nipples."
Her eyes narrowed as she took another drag on her cigarette and slowly exhaled, then a smile quirked up the corners of her lips as she flicked the butt over the railing.
"Prove it."