In Good Company (Pembroke Hills #1)

by Kat Singleton

“I thought I spoke pretty clearly. You’ve spent the entire night berating your own staff, and quite honestly, I’m sick of it. So let me say this nice and slow for you. Do. Not. Talk. To. Her. That. Way.”

If she was going to be anyone’s private chef this summer, she was going to be mine. I wish I could explain why I feel this way, but I can’t. It’s incredibly frustrating because this never happens. It’s a foreign thing to me. I hold my tongue from admitting to her that to me…it does feel right. What doesn’t feel right is having her call me by my full name. It feels too formal…too impersonal. “Call me Cal.” She tucks a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. “You said at dinner to call you Callahan.” “I didn’t say that to you. You can call me Cal.”

“Don’t talk about my brother when I’m seconds away from finally kissing you after I’ve been thinking about doing it for days…maybe even weeks.”

“Lucy Rae, there are so many things about you that I’m interested in. But right now, there are two I can’t stop thinking about.” “And what are those?” “I’m dying to know what you taste like,” he answers, his voice hoarse. “And even more, I want to know if you’re going to keep giving me excuses or if you’re going to give in to what you want and let me kiss you.”

“I think pink might be my favorite color. It’s the color of your cheeks when you blush, your lips after kissing me, your panties, your pussy…”

“Just so you know, anything with you is my thing. Haven’t you learned that by now?” He reaches up and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”