Humble Pie, by Sandra James

“Oh, you brought the pie,” said Greg. “It smells delicious and it’s the reason I asked you over.”

She’d never been in his house before. “Could do with a woman’s touch,” she mused, surreptitiously scanning the rooms.

Greg led the way to the kitchen and flicked the switch on the kettle.

“Cosy,” thought Jenny.

Greg put a steaming mug in front of her.

“Have you got a knife?” she asked.

He bit into his slice, murmuring his approval.

“Delicious,” he said.

Jenny preened.

“I wanted to ask if you’d give me the recipe. My girlfriend loves apple pie.”