Chapter 40

“Gonna cook in your underwear?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You got a problem with that?”

“Nope!”

“Today it’s my underwear. Tomorrow it’s the Naked Chef!”

“I’m surprised you don’t shower with your clothes on like a nun.”

He turned to me, an impish smile on his lips.

“I dare you!” I said.

He casually removed his underwear, tossed them on the floor, stood there like the Greek god that he was.

“Isn’t it liberating?” I asked. “You’ve got to free your willy!”

He maintained his bluster for about eight seconds before darting forward to grab up his shorts and put them back on. “Someone might see,” he said sheepishly.

“Naked breakfast wasn’t built in a day.”

“I am noteating breakfast in the nude!”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to spend all day inside your shorts? Honest to Christmas! Show a little mercy on that poor thing.”

“You’re a bad influence on me.”

“I should hope so.”

“I’m not kidding. What is it with you?”