Tor walked down the street and rubbed his forehead. All this demon had managed to do was give him one hell of a headache. He snorted. If that was all the creature was capable of, it would take a lot more than that to bring Tor down.
Kenna couldn’t believe how slow the day seemed to pass. Normally, she didn’t mind being at work. That wasn’t the case now. All she kept thinking about was that she’d see Tor again once her shift ended. What they’d done the night before had been good, but she craved more of Tor. Wanted to have his cock buried deep inside her. She figured sex would be good with him. The way he’d touched, stroked and licked just about every inch of her last night showed he wasn’t the selfish type of lover some men could be.
During their lunch break, Nick had barraged her with questions about Tor and how her evening with him had gone. She’d only told her friend that she and Tor had worked out well enough and that she would see Tor after work, then spend the weekend with him. Nick had been very impressed with how fast she moved with her new man.
After her shift finally ended, Kenna hurried out of the hotel and to the parking lot. Once again she had that same unsettling feeling she got whenever she came there at the end of her workday. This time she was able to ignore it better as she hurried over to her car.
Kenna headed straight for her bedroom to change out of her work clothes once inside her apartment. Figuring eating dinner at Tor’s place would be casual, she pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a turquoise t-shirt. Having worn heels all day, she opted for wearing a pair of runners.
She’d just tied the last lace on her shoes when the phone rang with a double ring to let her know someone buzzed up to the apartment from the secured front entrance. Kenna grabbed the cordless phone that sat on the nightstand next to her bed and answered it. Hearing Tor’s deep, slightly accented voice on the other end, she pushed the numbers to unlock the door at the lobby for him.
Kenna waited at the door with purse in hand for Tor to arrive. Once he did, she opened it and smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi back.” He put his arms around her and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in a year. He had her clutching him when he finally let her up for air. “I’ve done nothing but think of having you in my arms again.”
Trying to think clearly while arousal heated her blood proved more than a little difficult. Kenna pulled her wits about her and smiled. “I did the same thing, think about you that is.”
Tor released her. “We should go. I have food in the oven.”
As if on cue, Kenna’s stomach rumbled. She gave him a half smile. “Sorry. I didn’t have a very big lunch. I wanted to make sure I was good and hungry. You did promise me a good meal.”
He chuckled. “Don’t apologize. Let’s go.”
Kenna locked the door behind them, then placed her hand in Tor’s when he held it out to her. They rode the elevator down to the lobby and went outside to the visitors parking. He helped her into his car before going around to the driver’s side.
She wasn’t surprised when they drove to the MacDonald Highlands community. Tor had money. He’d of course live where the wealthy did. The house at the end of the drive he finally pulled into was huge. The large two-story edifice looked as if a movie star lived there. The front lawn had been professionally landscaped, just adding to the grandeur of the property.
Tor parked in front of the four-car attached garage and shut off the engine. “Welcome to my home,” he said before he opened his door and got out.
Kenna joined him, still looking at the huge house. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “And massive. Don’t you get lonely living here all by yourself?”
He chuckled. “No. I’m what you’d call a bit of a loner.”
Tor took her hand and walked her to the front door. He unlocked it and stepped aside for her to go in ahead of him. Kenna was pretty sure her eyes popped out of her head and her jaw was on the floor. The inside was just as gorgeous as the outside. It was also spotlessly clean from what she could see of it in the huge foyer.
She turned and looked at Tor. “If you tell me you do all the housecleaning here on top of knowing how to cook, don’t be surprised if I get down on one knee and ask you to marry me.”
He caught her around the waist and pulled her close. “What? You only would want to marry me for my domestic skills? You can’t think of anything else I have going for me?”
Kenna lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “Well, now that you mention it, you do have a killer body.” She took a deep breath. The smell of something heavy with spices and utterly delicious filled her nose. Her stomach growled again. “Whatever you have cooking in your kitchen smells to die for.”
“Come on,” Tor said, then released her. “I better feed you before you pass out from lack of food.”
She followed him past the two curved staircases that led to the upper floor and to the spacious kitchen. All the appliances were stainless-steel. The oven was gas and looked to be chef quality. Obviously, Tor took his cooking very seriously. And what he had in the oven made her mouth water.
“Take a seat at the island,” he directed. “I thought we’d have our first course here. That way I can keep an eye on the other food while we eat.”
Kenna took a seat on one of the tall stools at the marble-topped island. Tor placed a plate of pita bread cut into triangles along with another filled with hummus in front of her. She loved the chickpea dip. She picked up a piece of the flat bread and dipped into the hummus. It made her taste buds sing.
Once she swallowed, she said, “This is really good. Did you make it from scratch?”
Tor nodded. “Of course. I also made the Egyptian-spiced chicken that is in the oven from scratch as well.”
She looked at him. “You’re Egyptian, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I haven’t lived there for a great many years.”
“I thought maybe you were, especially after seeing the tattoo on your chest. I wasn’t sure of your accent, though.”
“My accent has faded a bit the longer I’ve stayed away from the land of my birth. Plus, I don’t speak my native language much.”
“Have you ever gone back for a visit?”
“No. I haven’t found the time.”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Egypt.” She smiled. “I think part of the reason why I chose to apply for a job at the Luxor was because of the pyramid and Sphinx. But don’t tell anyone that. They’ll think I’m just being silly.”
Tor leaned toward her. “If you think that’s silly, you’ll think this is even worse. I have purposely driven by the hotel for that same reason. They remind me of home.”
“I guess we have that in common.”
“Yes, and our love of beer,” he said with a wink. “Eat up. The main course will be done shortly.”
Kenna had more hummus than she should have, but enjoyed it so much she had a hard time stopping. That course done, Tor led her to a spacious dining room just off the kitchen. It was already set with plates and cutlery. Once he seated her, he returned to the other room and came back with a platter of chicken and roasted potatoes. In a large serving bowl were steamed mixed vegetables.
The chicken breast tasted as to die for as it had smelled while cooking. It tasted of lemon, and if she wasn’t mistaken, also beer along with a bunch of spices she couldn’t single out. As she ate, Kenna had to admit Tor was a better cook than she was.
After they ate their fill, Kenna wiped her mouth on a cloth napkin. “That was really good. If I eat any more you’ll have to roll me out of here.”