Free Love me if you dare by Sabel Simmons

dealing with the combined challenges of the two jobs.
    Mary
put the final dish down on the build-in warm plate of the buffet.  “I hope
you’ll like the sauce of the fish.  It is a new recipe I tried out.”
    Nicolas
smiled at her.  “I am sure it will be delicious, Mary.  Everything you prepare
is scrumptious!”  Mary blushed at the praise and went back to the kitchen,
ignoring the blond woman sitting on Nicolas’s lap.
    With
a heavy sigh Nicolas pushed Liza off his lap, rose and dished up, watching her
dishing up a minuscule amount of food on her plate.  Eating alone every night
was getting to him.  Not that it was something new to him, he had been doing it
for years, but since Jason brought the condition up of them having to share
this house and live together, he had been looking forward to the companionship
… her companionship.
    Inviting
Liza to join him for dinner, however was a colossal mistake, which he realized
the moment she came through the door.  She immediately grabbed him around the
neck and kissed him like a long lost lover … which he supposed he was, but he
felt not even a small spark of desire when she pushed her tongue against his. 
He ended the kiss immediately and since then she had been all over him, trying
to entice some arousal from him, to no avail.
    He
finished his meal in silence not even making any attempt at conversation and
just grunted in response to her questions.  The moment he pushed his plate
back, she jumped up and squeezed onto his lap, her arms around his neck.  He
pushed the chair back in an attempt to gain some space between them, but that
only allowed her the freedom to swing around and straddle him.  He sighed
intending to push her off and ask her to leave, when she leaned in and kissed
him passionately on the lips again.
    He
gripped her arms and tried to push her away, but she ground her hips into his
groin, desperate to entice arousal from him.  Her lips slanted, licked and
nibbled at his, all of which left him cold.
    He
heard the front door open and the sound of high heeled footsteps echoed through
the wide entrance hall to smack him in the chest. 
    “Hi
honey … I’m home!  Nicolas, honey…”  Her voice as clear as the morning sun
drifted into the room and her footsteps came closer and slowed slightly just
outside the dining room entrance.  At last Liza lifted her head, but still sat
glued to his hips, her arms tight around his neck.
    He
lazed back in his chair, his hands resting casually on Liza’s hips, his eyes
trained on the wide arched opening.
    Samantha’s
steps faltered when she walked through the arched entrance into the dining room
and came face to face with his inscrutable stare.  She looked back at him,
irritation flashing in her eyes when the blond on his lap curled closer to his
chest.
    “Oops
… I’m sorry, honey.  I didn’t realize you had company.  Please, don’t mind me
and carry on with … whatever it was you were doing …”
    Liza
stiffened at being ignored and Samantha’s endearment for Nicolas grated on her
nerves.  She jumped up from his lap, and smoothed her short skirt down. 
Nicolas glared at her with an astonished look on his face. The devil on her
shoulder cheered her on when she walked up to him and gave him a soft peck on
the cheek.
    “As
I said, please don’t let me interrupt, carry on with whatever you were busy
with.  Er … dare I hope that you saved me some dinner, darling?” 
    She
innocently glanced at him over her shoulder walking towards the buffet, smiling
at his smoldering look.
    “What
is the meaning of this? Nicolas, who is this … this woman and what the devil is
going on here?”
    “Calm
down, Liza, it is not what you think.”
    “Just
how is it that you know what she’s thinking, honey?”
    “Samantha 
I am warning you …”
    “Well,
I have never been so humiliated.  You might believe in open relationships, but
I surely don’t. If you think for one moment I’ll be the third