“Oh, shoot,” Rose exclaimed as she finished putting her jewelry away.
“What?” Liam asked from the other side of the room. It felt weird for him being on this side, since it was usually Roger’s.
“I just realized that I’m probably going to have to be the one that cooks dinner tonight. Aren’t I?”
Liam nodded. He couldn’t help but smirk a little.
“You’re the one who insisted on being a dolled-up trophy wife, so yeah.”
Rose frowned and sighed.
“Crap. I don’t know anything about being a cook. It was always you who made the meals.”
Liam relaxed on the bed, nodding.
“Yep, and now for the rest of the year, I get to relax and drink beer while you mince around in the kitchen.”
Rose shot him a look.
“What?”
“You could help me. Teach me a few recipes, at least for the start of the year.”
Liam thought about it for a moment but then nodded. “I suppose it’s only fair. If I get to have such a hot wife, the least I can do is teach her how to cook.”
“Thank you.”
Liam smiled as he gently patted the bed beside him. Rose smiled and sat down next to him, making sure to smooth her skirt first.
Liam didn’t say anything, but for some reason he was beginning to feel aroused. The image of her former husband turned wife prancing around in a tight red dress was starting to make her feel wet.
“How about I order takeout tonight before I hit the books?”
“Sounds good.” Liam couldn’t take it any longer. He didn’t care if the kids were around; he wanted Rose, and he wanted her now.
“Come here,” he said slyly as he pulled Rose towards him.
