Chapter Nine
The next Saturday night I come prepared. The paper bag in my arms isn’t about seducing her, at least not about having s*x. I already know she will do that with me, but I want to seduce her in other ways. Her mouth and her mind. Maybe then I will be comfortable taking her body.
She opens the door, and her eyes widen. “What’s this?”
“I told you I was bringing dinner,” I say, stepping over the threshold and heading into the kitchen.
“I thought you meant takeout from downstairs.”
“But no. Tonight I will cook for you my favorite meal.” Inside this bag is everything I need: half a chicken that has been marinating overnight and roasted before arriving, vegetables, an onion, garlic. An array of spices from my pantry.
Her brow furrows. “A tagine?”
“You remember?”
She ducks her
