Page 9 of Get Lost

She was so screwed. That look in his eyes meant many things, and none of them involved a safe, working distance.

That look in his eyes didn’t mean distance at all, unless it was theobliterationof said distance.

He stepped forward, leaving nothing but a few inches between them.

See?

Obliterating.

Distance.

Kelsey swallowed the clump of bread-turned-cement in her mouth, noticing only briefly that she’d actuallygulped—how embarrassing!—and then he inclined his head, leaning forward and bringing his mouth toward hers, and Kelsey’s brain screamedMayday! Mayday!as his lips teased hers with a gentle kiss.

She sucked in a ragged breath, then he kissed her again, another fleeting, tease of a caress, and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Oui. Comme je le soupçonnais. Tu me veux aussi.”

Kelsey’s eyes opened.

“Ce soir, belle Américaine.”

She nodded, in a complete haze from his kisses, then she stepped backwards until she was clear of the island, where she turned and left the kitchen, desperate to put some distance between this man and the way he made her want to break her own rules and throw all caution to the wind.

‘Ce soir’, he’d said.Tonight.

A delightful shudder ran through her body at the way her imagination sprang to life with all sorts of ideas about what tonight might bring, but she pushed the thoughts away. She was aprofessional., dammit. Here to work, not to hook-up. A one-and-done with a sexy French chef was not on the menu.

Maybe if she continued to remind herself of this fact, she would be able to maintain self-control.

She wouldnotmeet up with the handsome chef tonight.

Nope.

End of story.

‘Don’t sleep with staff’ was a really good rule.

Wasn’t it?

Technically, he wasn’theremployee…

Kelsey blew out a raspberry as she headed over to the barn to get back to business. She was starting to question her rules.Because rules were boring, and sexy chefs were anything but.

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