Take Me I'm Yours (Coffee House Chronicles) by Michelle Miles Read Free Book Online

Marion asked.
    “Because sexy underwear means intent. Intent means you plan to get naked with this guy. My suggestion is you do not get naked with this guy on an unofficial first non-date. And that’s my official opinion,” Delilah said .
    “Fine. I’ll wear the granny panties, then, if it’ll make you happy.” Marion pouted even though she knew her friend was right.
    “Good girl.”
    It was then with much horror Marion watched her best friend open her lingerie drawer and pull out all her sexy little things.
    “You can have these back after you report in,” Delilah had said and Marion scowled.
    The store was another fight to the death. Marion wanted to cheat and use the pre-cooked frozen meals in a package that took ten minutes on the stove. Delilah had other plans which became readily apparent when she picked a grocery cart and started wheeling toward the meat section.
    “Where are you going? The frozen food section is over there.” Marion pointed to the left of the store.
    “No way. You’re not getting off that easy. Besides, I have a foolproof recipe that will have him eating out of your hand.” Delilah paused in front of the chicken section, perusing the selections. “You do want that, right?”
    Marion hurried to catch up, walking fast through the aisles and pausing next to her friend to stare in terror at the packages of meat. “Yes,” she said slowly. “But maybe you’ve forgotten I don’t know how to cook.”
    “Mar, trust me. You’ll look like Rach ael Ray by the time I get done with you. He’ll be ready to make babies with you.”
    “I’m confused,” Marion said, watching as Delilah reached for a package of chicken legs. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to get naked with him tonight?”
    “You’re not. I’m just saying, he’ll want to. You know?” She flashed a smile, showing off her perfect white teeth. “Now on to the spices.”
    “And what a m I supposed to be making?”
    Marion trailed after her as she wheeled the cart around and headed down the aisle with all the spices and cooking oil. Feeling as though defeat loomed, she slumped her shoulders and followed despite the fact all she wanted to do was run screaming from the store.
    “You have olive oil?”
    When Marion’s response was a blank stare, Delilah grabbed a bottle of extra virgin olive oil and put it in the basket. Then she stood in front of the spices for what seemed like hours. Marion fought the urge to check her watch. She picked out cumin, oregano, bay leaves and two things Marion had never even heard of. Then it was on to the vegetable aisle where Delilah picked out red potatoes, bell pepper, onion, garlic and cilantro. The only thing pre-done she would even consider buying was the salad.
    “Um…” Marion began.
    “Shh. You’ll be fine.”
    Next , it was to the beer and wine section where Delilah picked out a red wine.
    “I’m not sure if Graeme likes wine,” Marion said.
    “That’s fine because we’re cooking with it anyway.”
    “We are?”
    “Trust me.” Again she smiled.
    The checkout was surprisingly painless—unusual for a Saturday afternoon. Back in the car, Delilah drove them to Marion’s. As Delilah set about cooking, she turned to Marion. “I want you to get ready while I get this in the oven.”
    “Um, what exactly are you cooking?”
    “Chicken fricassee. You’ll lov e it and so will he. Now scoot.” She shooed her away and turned back to her cooking.
    Delilah was a fantastic cook—she broke many a man’s heart with her delicacies. Marion had often heard the quickest way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so maybe her dear friend was on to something. She hoped, suddenly, she wasn’t making a colossal error in judgment.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Marion stood under the hot spray until her skin turned red. Reluctantly, she got out, wrapping a thick towel around her. As she wiped steam off the mirror, she stared back at her face, her wet brown sugar hair dripping over her