Taking Delivery

After their sex in the kitchen, Rhian showered while Tim fixed his face. Just because he was in Rhian’s home didn’t mean he was exempt from making sure his makeup was perfect. As soon as he was alone the gnawing to look in the mirror started, and he knew better than to try to fight it.

He could use a shower, too, but Tim decided to wait his turn. Instead, he pulled some of his school books from his bag and placed them on the coffee table. There was still time for studying that evening. You didn’t hey grades like his by only flirting. If you wanted to excel, you had to work.

Well, I mean, the flirting didn’t hurt, it just wasn’t the only thing.

A knock at the door pulled Tim from his thoughts of school. Dinner! He had totally forgotten. With Rhian still cleaning up, he took it on himself to take care of it. He opened the door.

The food was being delivered by a woman about Tim’s age, messy hair, tired eyes. She was short, even shorter than Tim was now, and looked Asian. Maybe of Filipino descent. The look on her face as he opened the door in his lingerie was priceless.

It wasn’t embarrassment, nor was it shock. It was pure lust.

“I, uh, I…” she trailed off, staring at him.

“Is that our food?” Tim asked, indicating the red insulated bag she was carrying.

“Yes, oh yes,” she said, snapping out of it, “Sorry. Yes, from Luigi’s.”

“Thank-you,” Tim reached out to receive the receive the food, but instead the girl put her hand in his and squeezed.

“What are you…” Tim began.

“Oh my God,” she said, blushing, but still holding his hand, staring at Tim doe-eyes, “I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s okay,” Tim said, “I’m flattered. But could I have my hand back?”

She released him.

“The food?”

“Shit,” she swore, putting bag on the ground and unzipping it, “again, sorry. Here’s your order.”

She handed it to him, then bent to zip the bag up again.

“Look, I know this is kind of forward,” she said, straightening, “but if you’re free, maybe I could clock out and you and I could go do something.”

“Is the food here yet?” Rhian’s voice called from the washroom.

“Just got here!” Tim shouted back.

“Shit,” the delivery girl swore again, “Fuck. I didn’t know you were…”

“It’s okay,” Tim cut her off with a smile and a wink. It felt good to be admired, so why not have a little fun? It was just flirting, it wasn’t as if it meant anything.“We’re just being friendly, right?”

“I mean, I guess we were. I mean if that’s what you wanted.”

“Aren’t you just a sweetie!” Now it was Tim’s turn to touch her, as he playfully reached out and rubbed her forearm, “Now how about you tell me your name?”

“Rosie,” she answered, “Rosie Reyes.”

“Well, Rosie Reyes, I’m Tim Thompson, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Tim did a little curtesy, holding the hem of his babydoll in his fingers, then giggled. Rosie swallowed hard.

“Rosie Reyes,” Tim said, “I’m about to eat this wonderful food that you brought me, and I’ll be sure to give you a gushing review.”

“T-thank-you, sir.”

“It’s Tim, honey.”

“Thank-you, Tim,” she said.

“My pleasure,” he said, kissing the air for emphasis, “and I’ll make sure we order out again soon. Maybe we’ll get lucky and I’ll get to see your pretty face again.”

Then, because he was feeling particularly playful, he leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Until next time, darling!”

Then he closes the door. Just in time, too. At that moment, Rhian walked out of the washroom, towel wrapped around her.

“It smells marvellous,” his professor-turned-lover said, “let’s eat.”

“Don’t you just look scrumptious enough to eat yourself?” Tim said, batting his eyes. Once his flirtations began, it was difficult to stop.

“I don’t disagree,” she said with a smile, “but pasta first, then maybe you can have me for desert.”

“I can hardly wait,” Tim said, picking up the food and swaying down the hall toward the kitchen. As he moves, he could feel her eyes glued to his waggling backside, exactly where he wanted them to be.