See the intro to Scene 1 for an explanation.
Scene 3: Kitchen
I yank the burner grids off the kitchen stove and sprinkle some cleaner on a scrubby to work on the baked-on grease spots. Garth Brooks is lecturing me on the stereo with “Somewhere other than the night, she needs to know you care” but I let him get away with it because a few cuts later I’m in fantasyland when he transports me to a farm field with “the sweat, the moonlight, and the lace.”
She sneaks up behind me and puts her arms around my waist. “Thanks for phoning me on your way home from work tonight to let me know you’d be late. I love it when you do that.”
“No problem,” I lie. It actually was a big decision that I mulled over for ten minutes in the miserable traffic.
“Oooh, you’re doing the stove!” she coos. “The kitchen’s looking so spiffy these days.”
If she’s buttering me up, I don’t give a shit because her affection has me twitching.
She’s not. “I really hate cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. It’s a big relief for you to take it on.”
I curb my basic instincts and keep my hands occupied with the scrubby. Foreplay suddenly has a whole new meaning in our budding love affair.