"I'll go make the sauce then," Emily said, grabbing the ingredients in front of her.
"Sure," I replied, focusing on my task.
In no time, I had two steaks cooked. As I was working on the third one, I felt something soft brush against my butt, like a cotton ball.
I turned and saw Emily had somehow snuck up behind me. While making the sauce, she was swaying her hips, rubbing against me. Her long hair occasionally brushed my back, feeling like feathers.
'Whoa! Is Emily really that bold? Flirting with me when John's around? And John likes her!' I thought.
If John found out, things would get awkward real fast!
I quickly moved aside, standing next to the pan, and flipping the steaks.
Just then, John finished his task and turned around, noticing our awkward positions. "Why are you two standing like you're about to fight?" he asked.
I glanced at Emily, who didn't seem like she was going to explain. "The smoke's a bit heavy, stinging my eyes. I thought standing here would help blow it out the window," I said awkwardly.
"Alright, but I've got things handled here. I'll take these two steaks out first," John said, grabbing the plates of steak I had prepared.
"Sounds good, the third one's almost ready." I looked at the steak in the pan, seeing it was nearly medium-rare. I quickly plated it and headed to the dining room, avoiding being alone with Emily.
I brought the third steak to the table where John was arranging the plates. Then I went back to the kitchen to grab three knives, forks, and wine glasses.
John took the utensils from me and continued setting the table. I grabbed a bottle of red wine from the shopping bags and poured some for each of us.
Emily brought out the finished sauce. "There are three bowls of vegetable and fruit salad in the kitchen. Who wants to bring them out?" she asked.
"I'll go!" I said quickly, eager to avoid being alone with Emily. I brought out the three bowls of salad and placed them at our spots.
We sat down, with Emily taking her seat first. I chose a seat diagonally across from her.
"Cheers to a smooth move!" We raised our glasses and cheered.
"Oh, David, how's your health check-up tonight?" John asked, breaking the ice. But I couldn't tell him the truth about my check-up.
"Well, I'm super fine, you know how slow hospitals can be. That's why I came back late."
"That's great, you didn't reply to messages or calls. We thought something happened to you and almost called the cops," John said, taking a sip of wine.
"Sorry for making you worry, but next time, don't wait for me. Just go ahead and eat."
After all, next time I might be busy with a lady or enjoying a meal with someone else. If I made them wait while I was with a woman, I'd feel pretty bad.
"Well, we're all roommates. We can't just leave anyone behind unless you tell us in advance."
I was speechless. Wasn't I clear enough? If I was with a woman, how could I possibly think about reporting back to them?
"Sometimes I might be too busy to tell you in advance. So if I'm not back in time, just go ahead and eat without waiting for me."
"Alright." John nodded and focused on his food.
I took the chance to glance at Emily and noticed she was sneaking looks at me while eating.
'Oh man! If John saw this, wouldn't he guess that Emily likes me? How could I face him then? Tell him I don't like Emily? Or that Emily wants to be with me, but I'm not interested?' I thought.
It seemed like I couldn't stay in this house for long.
After quickly finishing the meal, I washed the dishes in the kitchen and then went back to the sofa.
"I'm done eating, and I have an appointment, so I'll leave now," I said as I put on my shoes near the door.
John looked up from his bowl, "Who are you meeting?"
"Don't ask, just know she's a beauty. Let's not chat, or I'll have less time for my date with her."
"Are you coming back tonight?"
"No, I won't." With that, I closed the door and took the elevator downstairs.
As soon as I reached the lobby on the first floor, I ran all the way to Mia's apartment building. After taking the elevator up, I went straight to Mia's apartment.
I knocked on the door.
"Coming." Mia's soft voice came from inside.
As soon as she opened the door, I squeezed into her apartment, closing the door with one hand and grabbing the back of Mia's head with the other, lowering my head to kiss her passionately.
Mia was stunned for a moment, then I gently bit her lips, bringing her back to her senses. She wrapped her arms around my neck and responded to my kiss.
She pouted her lips, gently tapping mine, and I kissed her back the same way.
As we kissed, I hugged her and led her towards the sofa.
When we reached the edge of the sofa, I pushed Mia down onto it, one hand gripping her waist, the other holding her head as I kissed her passionately.
Mia loosened her grip around my neck, reached to my chest, traced down my chest muscles, reached my abdomen, and then to the belt at my waist.
She pinched the sides of the belt with two fingers, there was a crisp sound as the belt was undone.
She pulled out my belt, making the waist of my suit pants much looser. Mia's hand slipped into my waistband, reaching my butt through my underwear, kneading it.
I leaned over Mia, kissing her while twisting my waist, pressing my bulge against her crotch.
Even though she was wearing a nightgown, there were several layers of thick fabric between us, but I could still clearly feel her soft flesh being pushed up by me.