Ok, so I sort of don't like this chapter, but I ran out of ideas. Thank you for reading.
Melissa was pacing back and forth across her kitchen floor with her German Shepard, Morpheus, walking right along beside her. She was reading and re-reading the recipe she was preparing for dinner. She was certain the food would turn out fine in the end, it always did, even when she messed it up, but she couldn't stop herself from shaking with anticipation. She should have declined his conditions, turned away from that stupid smirk that crossed his face when she stuttered, asked a store employee, anything but this nonsense. She was ridiculously tense and she hated tension when she was unable to relieve it. She hadn't dated since she started seeing her ex-husband; Francis Wilson.
After he was dead and buried, she had avoided the dating scene, even when her friends forced her to go out with them and have a good time, she always found a way to excuse herself. They thought she just wasn't over her husband's tragic house fire accident, but that wasn't the problem, she could care less about that, the problem was dating was all cookie cutter, holding hands, kiss goodnight at the beginning, and that really bummed her out. She needed excitement; she needed to feel something, she needed to get laid. There was no reason for her to rely on a vibrator to get her off, no reason she shouldn't hook up with some random guy that she just met in a bar.
With these thoughts in mind, she went to work on the food with more pep in her step. Tonight she would get laid. She would cook Mac a nice meal and seduce him into fulfilling her needs. Just this once, then she could go back to being a good girl, completely celibate.
She put the chicken in the oven and set the timer so she didn't get too lost in the book she was close to finishing and burn the house down. She picked up her book and began to read. For the time being she would relax and not worry about sex or ingredients or sex or Mac or sex with Mac.
She got halfway through chapter twenty of her favorite book, The Giver, when she realized the house was absolutely filthy and she couldn't have Mac over in this mess.
"Well, so much for relaxing." She sighed as she closed the book, Jonas would have to wait. She began quickly tidying up the house and made sure to put Morph in his dog pen before Mac showed up.