Chapter Four

Olivia

I think it would have been best if I lied, my problem is, I'm not such a good liar. I don't have a problem with telling the truth, infact, it comes out of my mouth even when I'm trying to lie, and I end up over sharing. So now Jason is wherever he is in his enormous house and I'm down here in the kitchen feeling like a stray dog that had water poured over him, and I love dogs.

Since I'm in the kitchen, I decide to dirty his kitchen up. He never said I was to make myself feel at home, but honestly I'm known as overbearing and overstepping. I open the fridge to see what's inside. Since it's raining, I decide on cup dumplings and soup. Without any struggle, I find everything I need in the huge pantry. I start with the dough because it's going to take a while to actually cook. While I'm busy with the dough, Emily comes in the kitchen and is surprised to see me busy food.

"Oh, I was just coming to start on dinner."

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I was bored and I figured I'd cook something." I say giving the bowl with dough my back.

"And what are you making? Mr Osbourne is very particular with his food." She rudely says to me, and I figure, Emily is not happy that I've taken over in the kitchen. Honestly I don't even care about how she feels about it.

I decide to turn to finish up my concoction before it becomes stiff, after a few minutes I then answer her. "I guess it's a good thing I'm also very particular with my food. We must have that in common."

She stands the watching me as I work and after I finish the dough and cover it with a plastic foil that I found in one of the cupboards she didn't leave to go. After she leaves I decide to take out the onion, bell peppers, potatoes and celery for the stew and start chopping and cutting. I'm so lost in my mind that I don't notice when Jason steps in the kitchen until he speaks, scaring the life out of me.

"Sorry, I've been standing here for a while though." He says after laughing at me.

"Don't do that though, that's just creepy. Can I put you to good use while you're in here though? I've covered my dough for too long."

"What exactly are you cooking? And why are you cooking when Emily is available to do it?" He asks as he starts folding his shirt arms back and graces me with his gorgeous veiny arms and I start to drool, imagining how they'd feel lifting me up his gorgeous body.

He must've seen my reaction because he laughs and asks me what I need him to do.

"Rinse 4 strong cups for me then oil them up inside. But before that, could you hand me the pan first?"

"Are you always this bossy?" He asks but still does what I asked of him.

"I'm not being bossy, I'm delegating. And using you." I say hiding a smile.

After he's done, he comes and stands infront of me on the other side of the counter and watches me. It feels weird having all his attention, especially because I'm standing in his home and kitchen. I put some dough in the cups and pour boiling water from the kettle in a big pot I had taken out previously and put it in the stove to let it boil again. I put the celery, onion and peppers in oil on stove and start cooking for my stew.

Jason starts a few casual conversations which I humor him on. After thirty minutes I take the dumplings out and fill the cups again. At some point, Jason poured us red wine, the energy in the kitchen is good, we flirt, after a few moments remember ourselves and so forth. An hour and thirty minutes later I'm finishing up cooking. Emily had popped in a few times while I was cooking and was surprised the first time he found Jason sitting on the counter with a glass of wine in front of him, the second time she came, she complemented the smell of the food. Jason on the other hand, kept asking me for tastes and asking when the food would be ready.

As I plate the food for Jason and I, he is busy setting the table for two.

"Where'd you learn to cook?" He asks me as he eats his food.

"My mom. Every Sunday each of us siblings had to cook lunch, we were supposed to come up with something new when we cooked. " I answer him with a smile on my face, remembering the old times in the house, which reminds me that I haven't spoken to my brother.

"How many of you guys are there?" He asks me, which makes me laugh.

"Are you fishing for information Mr Osbourne?" I ask him, leaning back on my chair and he laughs too.

"What if I am, Ms Willow?"

"Well I guess maybe you should bring a second bottle of wine then."

As we finish our meal, we take our plates to the kitchen where he tells me to leave them, then we move to the sitting room and talk. The mood is set and we both know it, though we are not acting on it, thank God. Around ten when the wine has gone to our heads and I feel like I'm about to lose my inhibitions, I tell him, that it's time for bed for me. As we both walk upstairs, there's a deafening silence between us, and when we get to the floor he'd said was for ladies, he tells me that he'll be back with something for me to sleep in.

Hardly ten minutes later he knocks on the door of the bedroom if used earlier before coming in. I'm standing in the middle of the bedroom, so he comes and stands infront of me with a white shirt and something else with black and white stripes. As he hands me the items, he places his other hand on my hip and pulls me closer to him.

"I'm going to kiss you, then I'm going to leave to go to my bedroom and try to sleep, because if I go without kissing you I won't survive the night." He says to me, his voice sounding rough.

I see stars, I feel like exploding, his lips on mine feel incredibly. Infact they feel so incredible I feel the rush of my blood, my heart slows down and I feel a deep hollow space in my stomach. Before the kids goes any deeper he pulls away, then kisses my forehead then turns to go.