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Synopsis

When her son's geeky and painfully shy friend, Chad, would stay for dinner, Gina thought it was because he loved her Italian cooking. Gina discovers it's her he's hungry for when he confesses he has a crush on her. Four years later, Chad's home from the Marines and is now a hot confident young stud who still has a craving for some hot Italian, and Gina's happy to be his all-you-can-eat buffet!
 
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At the sound of the doorbell, Gina turned from the stove where she’d begun ladling the gravy into plastic containers. She wasn’t expecting anyone and the delivery guys usually just left things on the porch.
 
Picking up her phone, she went to her Ring app and saw a tall ruggedly built young man. He was looking to the right so she could only see the side of his face which featured a couple day’s growth but so neatly trimmed it was most likely a deliberate look.
 
His thick dark hair had some nice natural curl to it and from that angle he appeared to have good cheekbones and a nice strong jaw. The dark sunglasses obscured any chance to see what color his eyes were, but from what she could see, he was a good looking guy.
 
The neck down was no different. His sleeveless black shirt showed off a thick well-muscled arm decorated with a large tattoo of a Grim Reaper holding a rifle. His head turned as he stared at the door and even with the glasses obscuring part of his face, her guess about his looks were confirmed. 
 
Nice smooth features mixed with the five o clock shadow and dark tattoo. Pretty bad boy was a look she loved, and when he rang the bell a second time, Gina tucked her phone into her pocket and headed down the hall.
 
She had no idea who he was or whether he was selling or delivering something, but she’d be willing to buy, or accept, whatever it was. As she approached the door, Gina was aware of the fact she was a mess. 
 
Sweaty from cooking, her white t-shirt spattered with red stains, and her hair loosely piled on top of her head. But the shirt did show off her breasts and the shorts did nice things for her legs. 
 
Just as she reached the door, she was hit with the thought of, what was she thinking? She didn’t know this guy and would she really invite him in? Was she that horny? 
 
“Keep it in your shorts Gigi,” she muttered, then opened the door.
 
“Can I help you?” 
 
He cocked his head as if her question confused him, then smiled. His teeth a white flash against the dark scuff, and as perfect as the rest of him. Because now that she had a closer look, he was pretty damn perfect.
 
Over six feet, broad shouldered and his wide chest well displayed in the snug shirt. He wore black jeans that were on the tighter side and Gina’s practiced eye detected a bulge that matched the rest of his impressive physique. 
 
“I know it’s been awhile, but I was hoping for at least a hello.” 
 
Gina made a show of giving him a blatant up and down, then with a flirty smile said.
 
“Well, hello then! What can I do for you?”
 
His eyes were still hidden by the glasses, but he lowered, then slowly raised his head, returning the favor by making it obvious he was checking her out.
 
“I think I’d let you do anything you want,” this time the smile was sly and had a practiced feel to it, sexy and he knew, it as the song went. “But I’ll settle for you making me dinner.”
 
“Usually, a man has to buy me dinner, before I’ll make him dinner.” She’d told herself to behave, but here she was flirting away. 
 
“What if I promise after you make me dinner, I’ll make you dessert?”
 
“Smooth,” she acknowledged. “But I don’t make a habit of making dinner for men I don’t know.”
 
 “You really don’t know me?”
 
“Should I?”
 
 “How about this?”
 
He cleared his throat.
 
“Oh, um…hi Miss Rossi, I…I mean Gina, you look r….really nice today.”
 
“Oh my god!” Gina’s jaw dropped. “Chad?”

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