Sounds like a trick

Samantha had just arrived home when the bell rang. She opened, wondering whether Rider expected her to come to the door naked. Too bad she hadn't had time for her bath. He had kept his word and hurried to her.

Still, why was he carrying two heavy bags?

«Food,» he said. «Real food, for the Moon Goddess. What you have in your fridge can't be considered as such.»

«Are you going to cook for me?»

«That's the plan.»

«Nice plan,» she chuckled.

«I figured you wouldn't have been done with your bath and found something to keep myself busy. I'll make you dinner.»

«Oh, tempting,» she chuckled. «But we agreed, Rider: nothing more than sex.»

«Isn't food sexy?»

«Depends,» she sighed. «But it can also be intimate or friendly... I'm afraid it will make things difficult.»