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Erik stared mesmerized at the screen of his TV. He had completely forgotten about the onion and knife in his hands.
His mother had been all enthusiastic about this new cooking program on TV. She practically had pestered him into watching it and trying one of the recipes presented there. She just had forgotten to mention the presenter was so - so edible himself.
Erik's gaze kept shifting between the man's mouth and his hands and forearms. There were cuts and burn-marks on there, but that didn't make them look less enticing. He just could imagine those hands reaching out for him, pushing him back onto the bed...
"...go wild for it."
Erik felt his face grow hot. That voice with the British accent was doing things to him. He watched as the corners of the guy's mouth turned up in a smile and a mischievous grin lit his eyes. He used his hand holding a knife to point straight at the camera... at Erik.
"And I want you."
What? What! He must have misheard. His heart had started beating quickly... then he realized the guy had picked an elderly woman from the audience present in the TV-studio they were recording, to be his assistant.
He felt an odd twinge of - regret?
Vehemently Erik shook his head. He was NOT developing a crush on a guy from a cooking show. He was not... Erik wondered if where they recorded that show.
Perhaps he could take his mother, since Edie seemed to like that cooking show so much...
Erik drifted from the cooking aisle over to his couch-table to turn on his laptop and investigate. His gaze never leaving the TV-screen, he only realised as he wanted to turn on the laptop, that he still held the knife and onion in his hands.