The food that Angel had sent him, as it turned out, was so delicious that it was damn near orgasmic. Every time he took a bite, he had to pause for a moment to fidget slightly. He'd never had a woman cook anything like this for him before, and his expression must have said so because half way through Maes got interested and stole a bite while grumbling that no one cooked better than his wife.
Of course once the truth hit him and finally took a moment to sink in, Roy barely had enough time to scarf down the rest of what was left before Maes looked completely and utterly destroyed.
His stolen fork clattered to Roy's floor as he stood there crying at the unfairness of it all before he grabbed Roy and tried to strangle him while yelling, "How dare you have a woman who cooks for you better than my wife does, you ingrate!" Soon after which, he let go of him and wandered towards the door muttering about how he needed to go home and tell his wife the horrible news.
That there was a woman in the world who cooked better than her.
In Gracia's defense, she was an excellent cook even on her worst days. But there was just something about what Angel had sent him that was even more outstanding. He simply couldn't put his finger on what it was.
Whatever it was that put her food over the top, had obviously half killed Maes. He hadn't known that a beautiful woman's cooking could do that.
He'd have to thank her for her thoughtfulness sometime in the morning. Once he wrangled the promise that Maes would help him, he released him to wander home and settled in for the night knowing that tomorrow was going to be a big day.
Not long after he had placed the plastic containers back in the bag, empty, and put the tulips in some water- Roy found himself getting drowsy and found himself doing off in his chair, in the study.
Morning came slowly, and he somehow managed to jerk himself awake around seven am or so and went about his normal morning routine. Showering, shaving, changing his clothing for the day and then making his way into the kitchen to make himself some coffee. And then sat there at the kitchen window for a good twenty minutes, watching the house across the street for a moment when the front door opened and Angel walked out wearing nothing but an barely buttoned overly large light green shirt that barely went a little ways past her thighs.
Leaving a good deal of creamy ivory skin exposed.
Roy felt his eyes widen a little bit as she walked out to the edge of the road and then bent down to collect the newspaper laying there, and his mouth went dry as he spied some sexy black lace cupping her perfectly rounded ass cheeks from underneath the hem of her shirt before she straightened her body and began to slowly walk back towards her house.
Deciding that it was now or never- he moved away from the window and slammed his coffee cup down on his counter as he quickly collected the bag of containers that she had sent over last night and went tearing out of his home like a mad man.
It barely took him three minutes to close the distance between them. And even less time for him to get close enough to reach out and grasp one of her slender wrists and pull her back with enough force that she stumbled back into his arms, her body falling against his torso so that he had her right where he wanted her as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and laid his chin on her shoulder as he spoke softly, "Hello my Angel."
Angel tilted her head back to look at him with a slightly perturbed look on her pretty face as she said firmly. "Good morning Roy. And my name isn't Angel anymore. It's Sara, so please stop calling me that."
He loosened his hold on her slightly, unsure of how to respond to her request since he had only ever known her as his Angel. Finally he simply said, "Regardless of what you call yourself now Sara, you'll always be my Angel."
"Hn... Is there any particular reason that you decided to come by and harass me this morning?" Sara asked as she began tearing up one of the corners of her newspaper almost nervously.
Roy glanced at her small hands before letting his eyes flicker to her face. She neither had an welcoming look nor an unwelcoming look on her face. Almost as if she were worried that by showing some sign that she wished him to be there, he would somehow take offense and leave her.
"I thought that I would come over and return your tupperware to you and thank you for the meal by asking you to have dinner with me later tonight." He said as he handed the plastic bag over to her and patiently waited for her to respond.
She blushed and gave him an uncertain look before reluctantly nodding her head.
"Don't look so enthusiastic sweetheart. You'll make me blush." Roy said in an effort to lighten the mood a little bit and see if he could get her to smile for him. She stared at him for a few heartbeats before giving him a slightly hesitant smile.
Lips quirking in satisfaction, Roy told her that he'd send a car for her around closing time to pick her up at the shop and then waved to her as he turned to walk away.
He was going to be late for work if he stayed any longer.