“How about I cook us some lunch while you call Philly” she said trying to regain her composure after the long kiss, certain that the high color of her cheeks would betray the feelings the intimacy had summoned.<br/><br/>Lauren went to the kitchen and after a bit of rummaging found some ingredients to make biscuits with, and half a rotisserie chicken he had purchased the previous evening. While the biscuits baked she whipped up some gravy and served the simple fare at the little table. The domesticity of the scene was in stark contrast to her bound and gagged just twenty-four hours earlier. She didn’t bring up the conversation with Philly until they were done clearing the dishes away, brushing past each other in the kitchen.