Pie Part I

Part I
The front door of her house slammed, making the little mirror on the opposite wall of the entryway sway from the unusual force. Lucy slumped with her back against the door, and ran her fingers through her tousled blonde hair, trying to collect herself. She was dressed in a calf length black wool skirt, a white silk blouse with a matching black blazer, and a pair of the sexiest stockings in her collection. They were gray and sheer to the waist, and they accentuated her long legs with their silky sheen, not to mention the black 5-inch heels she wore. At her ankle was a small gold chain, which jingled just a little as she walked. Despite her stunning wardrobe, she felt decidedly worse than normal. She sighed, and tried to shake it off as she lifted her head to go face her evening. Smells of something wonderful wafted through the hallway as Lucy made her way into the kitchen. There was a large sauté pan on the gas stove, accompanied by a pot of pasta with clouds of steam and the pervasive smells of garlic and chicken. Brian stood behind it, working feverishly, looking handsome as ever.
"Something sure smells good in here." She said, trying to be cheerful, but her eyes were guarded. "Hi you."
"Hey you look beautiful but awful." Brian said, shaking the pan and pulling it from the heat as he walked over to kiss her. "Hard day at the salt mines again?"
"I quit my job today." She said, not looking up. She settled her head into his chest and hugged him tightly. She felt his hands descend from her shoulders and linger at her waist, before casually sliding down her well-toned bottom. She felt his fingers flex, as his lips brushed across her lips and then slid across her cheek to her earlobe where he nibbled, and she felt herself arching into him. He sighed and hugged her tighter as he slid his hand down to brush against her silky nylon covered thigh just below the slit that ran up the back of her skirt. Lucy sighed as the warmth of him chased away her blues.
"Hey, what's the matter with that? Now we can spend all day in bed!" He teased, walking back to the stove. "You want to tell me about it before or after we eat?" He inquired, holding out a dripping fork full of steaming angel hair pasta for her inspection. Grasping it carefully with her fingers, she carefully lowered a long sample of it into her mouth, blowing on it to cool it off.
"Needs another minute, so I'll talk. The boss caught me taking pictures after hours," she said. "I should have been more careful, but he walked in on me without knocking on my office door. Now he's trying to blackmail me into giving him more revealing pictures. All my hard work building up his business and he's using this as an excuse to try to get favors from me. And only a week after I won that huge deal I've been working on."
"You've gotta be kidding?"
"No, I'm not. I’m still kicking myself for not waiting until I was sure he’d left." Her eyes were fiery. "If I could have locked the door… dang it."
"It'll be all right, Lucy. We'll come up with something to keep your business talents occupied, and discourage any more attempts by your ‘ex-boss’ to get any ideas about blackmailing you." She watched as he stirred some white wine into the chicken sauce he'd made for the pasta. It simmered in the pan as it bubbled and he stirred furiously, crumbling some herbs and then lowering the heat to just a simmer. His brow was furrowed, and she watched him contemplate her predicament while he ground fresh pepper over the fragrant dish.
"I think I'm starting to get an idea. A very naughty good idea!" Brian said, as he tested the pasta again. She watched as he ate it, sensually wrapping his tongue around the long strand of pasta and pulling it very slowly into his mouth. He always did love to play with his food. She imagined him trying that on her nipple… it made her aware that the crotch of her nylons were already damp from her earlier thoughts of him.
"Tell me over dinner, Brian, and then you can try that tongue thing on me," she said with a slow grin. "But first, I'm starving and that pasta looks marvelous. I'd hate to let that get cold." She smiled at him and ran her tongue around her lips, before breaking into a laugh. He motioned to the table and she brought the plates. Lucy smiled, as she saw the fresh flowers in the vase, the bottle of wine, the tossed salad in the bowl, and the loaf of what looked like marvelous bread already sliced.
"I should have you come over and cook dinner for me more often," she smiled, as she handed him her plate. He didn't say anything, but just smiled and smothered her pasta with sauce. The steam rose high into the air and she breathed it in as she carried it to the table and got the other plate.
"What did you put in this, anyway? It smells heavenly"
"Oh you know, the usual: some wine, some chicken, some fresh herbs, salt and pepper, a tiny little bit of cream. You know, just a few simple ingredients. I do this for all my girls."
"You sure you don't run a restaurant or something" She came up behind him and held the plate for him while she nibbled the back of his neck. She felt him try to squirm away, but she knew he really was enjoying it, and trying not to drop what he was doing. She liked the feeling of power she had over him when she teased him like this, and she ran her tongue over his earlobe before biting it tenderly, and then just a little bit harder. He turned around to face her for the kiss, and she didn't disappoint him. She pinned him back against the stove, as she pressed her skirt covered pelvis firmly into his. He still held the steaming plate, behind her now, and she had both hands free to hold his face as she kissed him deeply. It was always amazing the effect he had, and she felt her face flushed already, anticipating his next move. She breathed in heavily and sighed.
"Ok lover girl, let's leave the kisses for when we're done with dinner and then we'll plot our revenge on you-know-who."
"Deal," she said. "Just promise me you'll help me with the dishes. You know how I hate waking up to a mess."
"That's after the kisses." He said teasingly.
"Deal" They sat down. He smiled and poured the wine. "Salude! To a new future and some unfinished business." "And some unfinished strategy too."
"Damn right!" She paused and held her glass, looking at Brian. Her gray eyes met and held his brown ones - brown and flecked with gold. She felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile as she felt the warmth of his look. She could almost hear the gears turning in his head. If there was one thing she could trust him with, it was helping find a way out of this mess she'd gotten into. She sipped the wine, savoring it while she held his eye a little longer. Then she put the glass down and picked up her fork, and dove into her plate. Yeah, they'd find a way, and knowing him, they'd have some fun along the way too. He had a way with that. She sighed, enjoying her first mouthful. The tantalizing textures of the pasta, the sauce and the perfectly cooked chicken enveloped her senses, and for a moment she forgot everything except for the food, the wine, and the dark haired man smiling at her across the table. This was turning in to a promising evening…