Page 26 of Filthy Chef

He tilts my chin, and our mouths meet in a soft kiss that lasts long enough to make me crave more. He slides his tongue into my mouth, and I moan at the pleasure of it. He grips me around the waist and hitches me close.

I pull away. “No, we’re not doing that here, not now. We have to go to the restaurant and start on the menu samples for the staff, remember?”

“I only need 12 minutes.”

“And it’s a 12-minute walk from here.”

Despite the need to take more, kiss more, touch him everywhere, I push him away and insist we go to work.

“Seriously, how does a man get any work done with a libido like that?” I ask as I punch the down button for the elevator once we’re safely in the hallway, far away from that beautiful bed.

“Huh?”

“How do you get any work done? How did you get this far when you need…as much as you seem to need?”

Jason hasn’t stopped touching me since we left the room.

“Ah, the answer to that is easy,” he says. “No one ever had a hold on me the way you do. I want to be with you every second. It’s that simple.”

As I mull this declaration over, I am mute for the entire walk to the restaurant, and all the way through dinner prep.

Does that mean love? There’s no way.

As much as I would like the idea of love, it’s simply too soon.

On Lola’s way outside to take a break before the doors open, I ask if I can join her.

I really need some fresh air. And some time away from Jason to think.

“You did what?”

Lola takes a drag of her cigarette and offers me one. I politely decline.

“Slept with Jason. But in fairness, I didn’t know who he was or that he was going to buy the whole fucking restaurant!”

Hey eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. “Whoa. Start from the beginning.”

I have no reason to believe she won’t blab this story to the entire staff, but I have the overpowering need to tell this all to another female. My sister is busy with her own family in Fort Lauderdale, and my best friend from culinary school got a job on the set of some cooking contest show, and she has no time to breathe, let alone text.

So, Lola gets the whole hairy, messy saga. The only part I leave out is the spitting and the daddy stuff because I still can’t believe I’m into it.

Lola is invested. “Was he good?”

I nod, my mouth salivating at the memory.

“And did he make you…”

I nod. “More times than I thought possible in one night.”

“Oh wow. And was it big?”

“Lola!”

“Well? Come on, he’s got that BDE, for sure.”

I sigh. “Yes.” So, so big. Oh god. My throat remembers.

“And?”

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