“Relax. “Carla… she really is something.”
“No kidding,” I said. I hated it.”
Natalie crossed her arms across her chest, pushing her impressive breasts together and giving me a lot of caramel-colored cleavage to look at. She could obviously see the surprise on my face because she broke out in a mild laugh. She retrieved the ladle from me and laid it in the pot. “I’m not interested in Carla Tanaka.”
“Probably for the best. Then she gently pushed me away until our lips parted. “Perhaps I could broker a talk between you on a neutral territory.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course. I gave you enough signs!”
“I—”
“Why now?” Natalie asked. This kiss contained all the concentrated emotions of nearly a year of admiring and adoring her. It was a light, carefree sound. Combined with how relatively tall she was, she looked like she could have walked right off the set of a fantasy movie where she had a part as some elven or fairy noble.