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“Well then I’m going to stay right here, Chef.” He puts on the white hat and grips my hips harder. I wouldn’t think it were possible, but he kicks into an even higher gear.
I can barely speak at this point. Somehow, I manage to squeak out, “Wait. I’m Chef too?”
“You bet you are, baby. Same team, right? We’re in this together.”
We’re in this together.
Those words melt my heart and skyrocket my guilt. But I try to stay present to what’s happening right now. Because at this very moment, this incredible man is making a meal of me, and the temperature is only rising.
He hits just the right spot, and I scream “Yes, Chef! Yes, Chef! Yes, Chef!” as my whole world turns white hot.
He continues to thrust, allowing me to ride out every last wave of pleasure, but he must really like this “Yes, Chef!” stuff, because it’s only a moment later when his powerful hips jerk one final time and he finds his own release.
I lie there, still splayed on the counter, not sure I can move. A strong arm reaches under my belly and another under my chest. He lifts me off the cool marble until I’m standing again, my back to his front. His warm hands massage my breasts as he whispers in my ear, “We’re not finished here, are we?”
“No, Chef,” I exhale. “Not by a long shot.”
“Good, because I have plans for you, Chef.” He turns me around and kisses me slow and deep.
I can honestly say this is the most fun I’ve had in my entire life. And it’s all thanks to this sexy, amazing man.
That’s why It breaks my heart to know I can never see him again.
Chapter 7
Bacon
Four Months Later…
I’m sitting in Skyline Diner, sipping a cup of coffee, when Trent rushes in, brushing snowflakes off his coat.
“I have something important to tell you.” He drops into the booth across from me and pours hot water over the black tea bag already waiting for him.
“You’re not canceling tonight, right? I really need you there.”
Tonight is the finale of Yes, Chef, when the winner is chosen. I can’t believe it, but it’s all come down to me and another guy. And it’s all happening live tonight on national television.
He laughs. “Dude. I missed one taping four months ago, and I’ve been at every one since, haven’t I? Think I can be let off the hook at some point?”
He’s right. I gotta let that one go. After all, his absence is the reason I allowed a hilarious, gorgeous woman into my life that day. It’s hard to know whether to thank him or curse him for that, though, because that same woman rocked my world one night and destroyed it the following morning when she disappeared without a trace.
“You’re thinking about her, huh?” Trent says after a sip of tea.
“How’d you know?” I ask.
“Your face does this thing when you think about her. It gets smooshy.”
“Smooshy?”
“Yeah. Relax your forehead, bro. Not a good look for a hot TV star like you.”
I scrub my hands over my face to release the tension there. “You said you had something to tell me. What is it?”
“There’s been a break in the case,” Trent says seriously.
My heart rate picks up. “The Cookie Case?”
He groans. “Do you have to call it ‘The Cookie Case’? You make it sound like we’re preschool puppy investigators on the hunt for a missing snack instead of two virile men tracking down a sexy woman.”
