
Christy Love's in her kitchen baking when the doorbell goes off. She yanks the tray out of the oven, drops the mitts, and heads for the door. Nathan Bronson. Says he just finished mowing. While she thanks him he sniffs the air like a bloodhound and mutters that something smells fucking great, then strolls straight past her into the house like he owns it. Christy just raises an eyebrow. "Make yourself at home, I guess." She trails after him, points at the tray on the counter, says the goodies need to cool before anyone touches them. Looks him up and down, tells him he should stick around till they’re ready. Nathan hesitates, mumbles about his diet. Christy grabs the hem of his shirt, pushes it up, drags her fingers down his abs slow. "One cheat day won’t kill you." Nathan’s eyebrows shoot up. Still nervous, he asks what her husband would say. She leans in, eyes sparkling, "I figure I can afford one cheat day too."
Christy Love's in her kitchen baking when the doorbell goes off. She yanks the tray out of the oven, drops the mitts, and heads for the door. Nathan Bronson. Says he just finished mowing. While she thanks him he sniffs the air like a bloodhound and mutters that something smells fucking great, then strolls straight past her into the house like he owns it. Christy just raises an eyebrow. "Make yourself at home, I guess." She trails after him, points at the tray on the counter, says the goodies need to cool before anyone touches them. Looks him up and down, tells him he should stick around till they’re ready. Nathan hesitates, mumbles about his diet. Christy grabs the hem of his shirt, pushes it up, drags her fingers down his abs slow. "One cheat day won’t kill you." Nathan’s eyebrows shoot up. Still nervous, he asks what her husband would say. She leans in, eyes sparkling, "I figure I can afford one cheat day too."