My Hot Professor_A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance by Mia Madison

Author:Mia Madison [Madison, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-28T05:00:00+00:00

Nate

"So, do you do a lot of cooking?" I asked Olivia as we headed towards the kitchen.

"Well…" she laughed, "I would say that between pop-tarts and microwave dinners, my cooking involves a lot of take-out." Her jaw dropped as she rounded the entryway and saw the state-of-the-art remodel. "Holy crap this is nice!"

She immediately went over to the center island and danced her fingers along the sleek surface on the way to the side-by-side double oven with the grill top. On one side was a built-in temperature controlled wine rack and the other side housed a wood-fired pizza oven.

"Man," she clicked her tongue and glanced over at me, "it must be really nice to reheat leftover pizza in this bad boy."

I couldn't hold back my laughter. Most of the women I've dated over the years would have made some polite comments about the fact that my housekeeper must have appreciated the upgrade before moving along to the Renoir in the library.

Olivia didn't even notice the Renoir. In fact, I think if she had, she wouldn't have cared.

"So, how about bacon and eggs? Pancakes? Or, maybe waffles?" As I ran down the list I somehow knew where we were going to end up. She looked like a waffles kind of gal.

"Well," she demurred, "I don't want to put you out…"

As I made us breakfast, I told her all about the history of the old brownstone while she rolled her eyes at me.

"Get to the good part," she joked, "like how you ended up here."

"Well actually," I started and saw her roll her eyes again, "the truth is, I inherited it."

"Oh," her expression was suddenly serious, "I'm so sorry."

"Thank you," she caught me off guard with the comment and I wondered if she had lost anyone close to her. "It was my grandparent's house and when they passed it sat empty until I moved back to Boston last year."

"I'm guessing they didn't do the remodel?"

"No," I laughed, "My grandparents would not have seen the value in a pizza oven."

"Well, that's their loss," she commented with a flip of her hand and then laughed with me.

I sat a platter of waffles down on the island and motioned for her to grab one of the bar stools and dig in. The sparkle in her eyes when took her first bite reminded me of why I loved to cook. I grabbed a waffle from the pile and dug in with matching gusto.

"So," I asked after a few bites, "what are your plans for the day?"

"Well," I missed a morning class, "but with my work schedule, that happens sometimes." She screwed up her face in a way I had seen when she was angry at herself, "I'll just get my notes from a classmate."

"Oh, I forgot to mention before - about your apartment," I saw her flinch and wished I hadn't brought it up, "I have a buddy at the Boston PD and I contacted him last night to get the ball rolling on a police report.

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