It was Christmas Eve, and 18 year old Kit Cloudkicker was alone his boss, Rebecca Cunningham. Rebecca's lazy pilot/ex-boyfriend, Baloo Bruinwald, had left just a few days before on "business", overseeing an important project for his friend Louie. He'd not be back in Cape Suzette for five more days, but that was OK with Kit.

"Everything looks so….so wonderful," Rebecca gushed, her eyes taking in the surprising sight before her. Kit had told her he wanted to cook dinner for her on Christmas Eve, but she never expected anything like this. He had neatly set two spots at the table, one at the end and the other right next to it. Kit had made sure to use the best plates and silverware for this meal. The room was lit only by a number of candles he'd placed on the table, giving it a very romantic setting. There was also a very lovely thing of roses in the middle of the table.

Rebecca couldn't remember the last time she had been treated to a dinner like this. She smiled inside, feeling so happy that Kit had gone to so much trouble for her. Rebecca began to wonder if Kit was not just doing this for her, but also for himself. After all, she had seen the ways he looked at her.

"What are we having?" The steaming plate of food sitting before her looked magnificent, and the aroma coming from it was making her mouth water with anticipation. Kit couldn't help but smile. Not many women he knew would think more with their tummies, then with their heads.

Kit reached over to the table and handed her a filled wine glass, the scent of the full-bodied white wafting fragrantly into her nostrils. He picked up one for himself as well. "We're having pepper steak in my home made brandy cream sauce, green beans from market, and carrots steamed in broth."

Rebecca looked at her young hard worker, having no idea he had it in him to do something like this. He had taken more of an interest in the kitchen over the last year or so, often helping to prepare meals, especially when she was late coming home from work at the cargo company she managed. Rebecca thought some girl was definitely going to be the lucky one to latch onto him some day. Besides being apparently able to whip up an exquisite meal like this, he wasn't too hard on the eyes either—even to a 30-year old like Rebecca.

Kit knew the girls of Cape Suzette found him attractive, but he never flaunted his good looks—he just carried himself with a quiet confidence that people found charismatic. He never acted condescending to his friends, and Kit was always considerate and polite to everyone. He was the kind of person that guys wanted to be like, and girls wanted to be with. It wasn't just girls that were drawn to Kit—older women especially seemed enamored with the young man. Some had even tried to get him to sleep with them, and he had more than his share of MILFs in the past, including a number of single mothers of the boys and girls from his school.

And every single time, Kit said no to them. Always telling them that he was already taken, which was a lie. Everyone knew he was single.

And it wasn't just those desperate single mothers either, there were a few of his teachers thrown in there as well, even the 40-year old principal of his school, Mrs. black.

Kit would never forget the day Mrs. Black tried to seduce him. He had been called to her house to help fix some leaky pipes, but there was no pipes to fix. Just Mrs. Black waiting for him in a revealing extremely skimpy, black lingerie, if it could be called that.

If not for a passing police officer, Kit would have surely found himself in bed with Mrs. Black. His principal was arrested and charged with sexual harassment and acts of prostitution.

But there was one older woman who he'd always wanted to date—the woman standing next to him right now.

"Oh Kit," Rebecca said as she reached out and tenderly touched her his arm. "Everything looks, and smells, absolutely incredible. Really, you didn't have to go to all this trouble for me."

"I wanted to Rebecca," Kit smiled. He, for the past two years had been calling her by her first name, then by her last name. "Especially after what happened last week. I want to make you happy, and you know I'd do anything for you."

Both of them thought back to the incident Kit had been referring to—the night Rebecca had her heart broken.

(Flash back)

At the end of the previous week, Baloo had wanted to take them out to dinner someplace nice, since he was going to be away at Christmas. They'd gotten dressed up and Kit hadn't been able to take his eyes off Rebecca the whole night.

Rebecca thought it was best to wear something new, so she wore a form-fitting red dress that hugged her mature body deliciously, and showed an enticing amount of her cleavage. The dress came to mid-thigh, and her long, toned legs were luxuriously encased in sheer black stockings, her high heels making her shapely legs look incredibly sexy. Her frosty brown hair rested charmingly on her shoulders, sensually framing her pretty face. She had the same deep blue eyes as her daughter. When she came down the stairs with Molly, Kit saw her as an angel.

Dinner had gone well, with Kit's eyes straying to his boss' cleavage time and again. He couldn't believe Baloo seemed so unaware of the disarming attractiveness of his boss. The waiters and male patrons blatantly ogled Rebecca, a fact that Baloo seemed totally oblivious to. But Kit had noticed things had been like that in the past month.

"Dinner was very good tonight, Baloo," Rebecca smiled as she walked beside him. Baloo nodded.

"Yes, I'm just glad Molly enjoyed her stake." he laughed. Rebecca leaned over and rested her head on Baloo's arm.

"Baloo, I love you," she sighed, giving him a warm smile. "And I'm happy that your my boyfriend." That was when Baloo stopped and looked a little upset, not with her, but with himself.

"Rebecca, I do love you, but..." he sighed, "I think we're not meant to be together."

Rebecca suddenly looked shocked. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Remember the time we went to Shere Khan's business party?" Rebecca would never forget that party. "While you and Kit were talking with Khan, I met this lovely lady by the buffet. And then-"

"You started seeing more after that?" Rebecca asked, but she already knew the answer. Baloo shamefully looked down at his feet.

"Baloo, I'm glad you're being honest with me, but I think I would like to be alone for a while."

(End Flash back)

Yes, Baloo had indeed met another girl—one who was not only a hard worker, but a complete showoff. This bother Rebecca as she took a sip of her wine. That new girl had stolen her man, but now, Kit seemed to filling in for Baloo. It was starting to come together. Kit coming by with flowers. Bringing her candies in heart shaped boxes, even going as far as to make her this amazing meal.

Kit was trying to win her heart.

But he was a teenager. And Rebecca was a single mother with a ten year old daughter. She was old enough to be his mother! In fact, some people had even thought that Kit was her son.

"Rebecca, are you alright?" Kit asked, getting worried that she wasn't feeling alright.

"I'm fine, Kit," smiled Rebecca, "just thinking about how I'm going to fill that order for Mr. Khan." She and Kit both knew that was lie, but they forgot about it and sat down to the wonderful dinner he had made.