By the time Sean surfaced from the guest bedroom Rachel had already showered and changed in to some well warn jeans and a sweater that hugged her body like a second skin. Sean leaned against the kitchen doorjamb to admire her moves for a little while before making his presence known.
'She is amazing, with her hair pulled atop her head in a ponytail and barely if any makeup on she hardly looks old enough to be the mother of two college students. Hell, she'd almost look like a teen if it wasn't for that luscious body,' he cleared his throat then to get her attention and to redirect his wayward thoughts. Sean knew if he continued thinking along those lines they'd never get this cooking out of the way.
Rachel looked up from deboning the three hens she'd pre-cooked in her rotisserie oven two days ago and smiled at her sexy guest and whistled her appreciation for the faded blue jeans and Eagles jersey Sean wore.
'Damn, the man looks good enough to eat in that shirt showing off his broad shoulders and bodybuilder chest,' Rachel mentally demurred. "Hey, Sean, did you find everything you needed?" she asked.
"Yes and no," was Sean's reply as he walked toward her in what Rachel thought of as his sexy panther prowling walk.
"Oh," Rachel, said as she picked up a dish towel to wipe her hands, "did I forget something?" "What else do you need?" she asked as Sean came around the gourmet island where she stood and pulled her into his arms for a big bear hug.
Squeezing her sumptuous body and kissing her succulent lips, Sean sighed, "That's what I needed, Baby."
Laughing as he slowly released her Rachel sighed, "I needed that, too Mister. Now will you please let me get back to work?"
"Sure, what can I do to help?" Sean asked as he washed his hand in the small island sink.
Rachel, put him to work at the other end of the island sitting on a stool chopping up vegetables in the food processor for her chicken and pasta salads, while she finished deboning the hens. She then moved on to hand rolling the ground turkey and spices for her famous Swedish meatballs. As they worked they sipped on hot cocoa and ate the ham, cheese, and egg breakfast sandwiches Rachel made for them while Sean showered. Sean was amazed at how talented this woman was. She was a great cook which he learned from tasting every dish she made. Rachel's chicken salad was superb and he tried to make note of all the ingredients to see if he would be able to duplicate them at home. The sandwich platters, meatballs, and pasta salad she made looked like something out of an upscale cooking magazine.
Rachel was astounded, Sean knew his way around a kitchen and they worked well together talking and continuing their conversation from the previous night. She learned Sean learned to cook from his mother and four older sisters.
"So they forced cooking lessons on you?" Rachel asked.
"Not really, they just thought I'd better learn to cook before going away to college because I loved to eat so much," Sean explained as Rachel smacked his hand for the umpteenth time to stop another chicken salad finger sandwich from disappearing from the platter they were loading. "They wanted to make sure I could feed myself," Sean said.
"I can see why then, because you sure can put it away," Rachel laughed smacking his hand again. "Go check the meatballs again while I finish this up, you're eating more than you are putting on the platter, Rachel teased Sean.
"Well you shouldn't have made something so delicious. You know how I get when I'm hungry," Sean said dropping into his sexual chocolate voice again. And he got up to check the meatballs simmering in their sauce in the huge aluminum lasagna pan staying warm in the oven.
Taking a toothpick from the dispenser, Sean, continued, "Of course checking the meatballs means I'll have to taste them," he said as he reached in to skewer one on his toothpick and pop the hot treat into his mouth.
Shaking her head as she strategically placed the last sandwich; Rachel covered the platter and placed it on top of other one already cooling in the fridge beside the pasta salad.
"Whew, I can't believe we're finish," she stated checking the clock she realized they'd been working for several hours straight. "Look at the time; I understand why you're so hungry it's been hours since we ate breakfast." Would you like me to whip you up something for lunch, Sean or do you have something to do?"
"Oh, Babe, I almost want to take you up on that offer but you have been cooking all morning. And no I don't plan to do anything else today but spend some more time with you. Why don't I take you out for lunch, or we could order take out or something?" Sean said sweetly.
"Well Marge is sending her son, D. J. over to pick up all this food soon so I can't leave just yet. I know, why don't I have her send over whatever's on the menu for today in the Georgia Bell kitchens with D. J. when he does his pick up?" Rachel asked.
"If all the Georgia Bell chefs cook like you, then I'll take a double portion of whatever they send over," Sean answered.
Smiling at his response, Rachel answered, "My Mom cooks even better than I do."
"In that case you better triple my portions then so I can have some to take home tonight," Sean laughed.
"Ok Sean will do," laughed Rachel as she proceeded to call her sister from the kitchen phone to place their order and let her know that the food was ready for pick up. Sean, giving Rachel some privacy to complete her call, wondered over to the French doors at the other end of the kitchen which looked out over the back deck and pool area. He took in the state-of-the-art stainless steel grilling station on one end of the deck, the tarp covered pool, and patio furnishings stacked also covered for the winter in another corner. Sean was impressed with the lovely big manicured back lawn with landscaped flower beds strategically placed throughout the lawn beyond the decks. Marveling at an acre or two of yard with the privacy fence, Sean couldn't help but feel proud of Rachel and all she'd accomplished.
She's done all this by herself; Rachel is a strong, classy Lady. Her strength reminds me of my Mom. Sean mused. In spite of all she's been through she not only survived but excelled in the face of insurmountable odds. Sean's thoughts were interrupted by Rachel finishing up her call.
"Yeah, I'm having guests over for lunch today, so send me over a couple of Mom's fried chickens, a combo fruit & cheese tray, and one of your delicious rum cakes. No, I can whip up a chef salad or something….how long? 20 minutes? Ok, yes, everything is done the meatballs are on warm in the oven. I'll make sure they are packed up nice and tight when D.J. gets here. Ok, sis, you're welcome and thanks for lunch, give Mom a kiss for me… love you too, bye."
"Ok, Sean, everything is set. You should be eating in about 30 of 40 minutes tops, and all I have to do is throw a salad together and mix up a quick vinaigrette dressing," Rachel said as she hung up the phone.
Sean turned from his musings and walked back over to Rachel. "Well what shall we do until your nephew arrives?" Sean asked stalking her with a leeringly devilish smile.
"Oh no, Mister, no more make out sessions," Rachel said, quickly coming to a halt and backing away from him slowly.
"You are not getting me all hot and bothered again for us to have to stop when D.J. gets here… I know lets, go into the den play something on the PS4. That should keep us out of trouble until our lunch arrives," Rachel suggests.
"Ok, you're on, lead the way, pretty Lady," Sean agreed, and they proceeded to the den for an energetic competitive session of PS4.