He Wants Her To Cook

The two sit down together on the couch and chat lightly. You try to listen in, but it's mostly just small talk. The entire time, you quietly wonder just what Carrie's plan is here. How is she going to seduce him.

"I just got a text from him. He might even be two hours." She fakes a huff and throws herself back into the couch cushions. "And I told my roommate I wouldn't be home for hours."

Then, she peaks over her bangs towards him. There's familiar. mischief in that look.

"You know we could just hang out together until he gets back." She laughs. "I mean, we're friends, right?"

"Friends. Sure" David grunts, barely looking up. You sit back on your heels slightly. Why isn't he taking the bait?

"Though, I am hungry I was going to eat." David says after a few seconds, not really looking at her.

"I could order something in?"

"Eh." He grunts. "You're here though. What good is having a woman around if she's not going to cook for you?"

There's a moment delay as Carrie just blinks at the remark. David always has a thing about women doing the cooking. In the past, that's been the subject of complaints from her. But, after a few seconds to process the audacity of what he said, she clicks back into her act.

"I guess that's a fair point." She giggles. "Is there anything you'd like me to cook for you, David?"

"Eggs would be good."

"Eggs. Alright." She rises to her feet on the way to the kitchen. Her ass sways suggestively, showing off her toned form. It'd be enough to make most men water. David gives it a passing glance. "I'll make them up nice and special for you."

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