Page 69 of Seduce

“Okay, do you have more ingredients for it?”

“Yes, I bought extra in case I screwed up, but I didn’t think about how long it would take.”

“Not long at all. First, let’s clean up, and I’ll walk you through how to make it.”

Tessa shrugged, not really sure she wanted Chicken Cordon Bleu at all now. “Maybe we can go out to eat.”

Damon grasped her around the waist and spun her to face him. “Together, we can do this. Come on, my spunky woman, where is your sense of adventure?”

His eyes twinkled, and Tessa’s mood lightened. “All right. Everything is in the fridge, top shelf.” Tessa threw out the burned food, scrubbed the pan, and put it back on the stove.

Damon set the ingredients out on the counter. “One of the tricks is to filet the chicken before you try to pound it.” He pulled out one of her knives and fileted the meat. “Now it will be easier to get thin. I’ll pound the chicken for you.” He put the chicken in the wrap and pounded it with the pot.

Tessa sighed. Sure, he could do it. Look at those muscles flexing as he brought the pot down on the chicken. In no time, the breasts were flat and thin.

“I think that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t cut them in half, and I couldn’t pound it hard enough.”

“You probably needed to work at it a little longer. and I’ll get you a mallet to use.” He transferred the chicken onto a plate. “You do the layering.”

She layered ham, cheese, ham, cheese, then looked up at Damon, who was right behind her.

“Now you roll it up.” He put his arms around her and guided her hands to the chicken. “You want to roll it a little loose so it will stay.” He instructed her.

A shiver went through Tessa’s body with Damon’s chest pressed against her back, his fingers directing hers. Within a few minutes they had two perfectly rolled chicken breasts. Was the kitchen hotter than it had been? Sweat trickled between her breasts.

“Now, using the plastic wrap, put one piece in.” He guided her once again. “Good, now grasp the ends of the wrap and twist it around.”

Why did “twist it around” sound dirty to her? Maybe because she wanted to twist around and jump his bones. They werecooking. What was wrong with her that she couldn’t stop thinking of sex? Oh yeah, they were cooking, all right. Tessa shook her head.

“See, now do the next one.” She did. “Good. In the fridge they go for thirty minutes as the recipe calls for. Then we fry them.”

“That seemed so simple.” With him helping. She placed the chicken in the fridge.

“Only because I was here with you. Now what shall we do while we wait?” His eyebrows rose, and mischief danced in his eyes.

“I don’t know.” Her lips turned up. She looked down at herself. “Oh my goodness, I’m covered in flour and gunk. Yuck!” She pulled off her apron. At least it had protected her clothes.

“For what I’m thinking about, you don’t need clothing.” He picked up a bag and dangled it from his fingers.

“What is that?” She hadn’t noticed him carrying anything when he walked in, but then she’d been a little distracted by the smoke alarm.

“Why don’t we find out.” Damon took her hand and led her to her bedroom. “I want to play. Are you ready?” he asked, holding up the bag.

“Yes.” Her tongue darted out and wet her lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.” Tessa’s tummy tightened. Was she ready for this? Damn right, she was. If they hadn’t been interrupted in the club last week, and he hadn’t had to work there last night... She blew out a breath.

“As part of our negotiation, are you okay with me using restraints and toys?”

“What do you have in mind, Sir?”

Damon stared at her. The mischief she’d seen in his gaze moments ago was even more pronounced now. “If I told you everything, what fun would that be?” He reached over and took her hand. “I won’t push your limits tonight, only tease them a bit.”

“I can handle that, Sir.”

“Good.” His hand slid up her arm, and his fingers curved around the back of her neck.

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