Take care of the grill

"I hate to ask as you are our guest," Chloe asks, her shoulder rubbing against mine as she steps right in front of me, turning so that her soft hip is pressing against me, her back and shoulder to me as she looks back at me from beneath her lowered eyelashes. It was a classic seduction look and one that she pulled off with effortless ease. It made me wonder briefly how many other neighbors had seen this side of Chloe?

"But?" I added for her with a small laugh, my hands reaching out to rest lightly on her waist, my fingers wanting to explore more but my mind keeping myself in check until I knew exactly what was going on here.

"But..." Chloe giggled, brushing back against me hard. "Jack is a horrible cook. I'd do anything for you to cook the steaks while he's gone," she promises me with another playful bump of her shoulder.

"Anything huh?" I asked, giving her a rakish lop-sided grin. "Looks like I'm taking care of the meat," I add with a wink.

"Well, I know you know how to handle good meat," Chloe shot back almost instantly, lifting her eyebrows suggestively as she handed me the package of beef.

"I'm holding you to that anything you promised you'd do," I called after her as I headed towards the back door and the grill.