Sara & Alice: More than friends? pt. 1 “Dinner” [27FF] [mild domme/sub]

I barely have the energy to unlock the door and hobble into my apartment, but as soon as I do, the smell of some meaty dish hits me and makes my mouth water. I hang my purse up and step into my slippers.

“Smells amazing, Alice! Sorry I’m home so late.” Alice steps out from the kitchen. She’s wearing cutoffs and a sleeveless tank top. “I got stuck in a negotiation that wouldn’t end,” I say.

She shakes her head. “No worries. I figured.”

“What’s for dinner?” I call back as I head to my bedroom.

“Ossobuco.”

“Hell yeah!”

My room is perfectly neat and tidy, despite the mess I leave it in every morning. I still feel a little bad about Alice cleaning up after me all the time, but not bad enough to do my own laundry. Like she reminds me, it’s part of our arrangement. I see that she’s left out some casual clothes for me to wear, black leggings and a sweatshirt.

I get out of my taupe pencil skirt and periwinkle blouse, leaving them both on the floor in a heap. Off come my bra and tights, and on go my comfy clothes.

The smell of dinner carries me to the dining room, where Alice is plating it up. I reach for a warm piece of bread. “Did you bake this?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh my god, how long did you spend on dinner?”

Alice grins. “You are the beneficiary of my procrasti-baking.”

“Still got writer’s block?”

“Big time.”

She serves my plate, and I eye the luxurious ossobuco on a bed of polenta, served with a side of spring salad.

“Did you already eat?”

“I’ve been snacking, but I waited for you.”

Alice brings her plate and a bottle of wine to the table. She pours us both a glass and says, “Buon appetito.”

“Alice, this is delicious,” I say with my mouth full of polenta.”

She nods and lets a sly smile cross her lips. “It’s pretty fucking good, isn’t it?”

The meat is tender, bursting with flavor, and tastes even better than the apartment smells. I spread some butter on my bread. “Hey, so I was looking at my calendar and saw that your birthday is coming up. Do you want to take some time off? I was thinking for your present this year, I could pay for a trip. You could visit your family, or I know James isn’t in the picture anymore, but if you had someone you wanted to go on vacation with. I know I’m a slob, but I can manage on my own for a week or two.”

Alice laughs, “I don’t know about that.”

“Oh come on! I lived alone my whole first year as a new associate.”

“Yeah, and I remember what the place looked like when I moved in.”

“It wasn’t *that* bad.”

Alice raises an eyebrow.

“But seriously. Think about where you’d like to go. We have a travel agent at the firm who can get me great rates.”

I look up and see red on her cheeks. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Alice blush, and I worry that I’ve bruised her pride. She grew up wealthy; her dad was a small business owner in a small town whose businesses went belly up during the pandemic. We met in college, where Alice graduated with two expensive degrees in piano and Italian. She then went to culinary school with no intention of ever working in a restaurant.

It’s been a peculiar role reversal now that I’m the one with more money than I know what to do with. She’s not wrong that my home life was a disaster before she moved in. I ordered in every night and hardly ever had time to clean up after myself. She mentioned that she was looking for a place and that her dad had effectively cut her off. Since I have a huge apartment with extra rooms, it only made sense to offer her a room. It was her idea to basically start working as my housekeeper, then cook, and more recently my all-around personal assistant.

“I know this may sound odd since we see each other all the time,” says Alice. “But if I did go on vacation, I’d want to go with you.”

“Oh…”

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