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I bring my glass to my lips and take a slow drink, deciding what I want to say next. For some reason, Lucy pretending she has no idea who I am has woken up something deep inside me. She’s amusing me, and I’m not amused often.
“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.”
I don’t need to be wasting my time with someone who clearly isn’t interested. Yet here I am, determined to get her to change her mind. She’s told me no, which has backfired because now I’ll do just about anything to get her to say yes.
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.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, the words taking me by surprise. Luckily, it seems like the praise came out low enough that she didn’t hear me.
I almost jump out of the chair I just sat down in when Cal’s hot breath tickles the back of my neck. I stare straight ahead as he lines his mouth up right next to my ear. “Careful,” he warns, his voice deep and throaty. “It might hurt my feelings that you listen to Jude and not me.”
He chuckles, picking his own fork back up. “She does listen to me after all. Good girl.”
Why does he have to smell so good? Why am I learning that dark hair and light eyes might be my kryptonite? Did he just look at my lips? My mouth suddenly feels dry. I sweep my tongue across my bottom lip to wet it, all too aware of the sudden proximity between Cal and me.
Before I can say anything, she lifts her hand to her mouth and sucks the whipped cream from her finger. It feels like the air is sucked from my lungs, and I can’t breathe as I watch her tongue peek out to lick more of the whipped cream off her hand. A strangled noise comes from my throat.
And what’s highly unprofessional are the thoughts running through my head. Her tongue. My body. My tongue. Her body.
There’s nothing I want more at this very moment than to kiss Lucy Rae Owens.
“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.”
“Everything about you is so fucking tempting,”
“Why does this feel so good if we shouldn’t be doing it?” she asks, her eyes finding mine when I bring our faces together once again. “Because even if you think this shouldn’t be happening, this thing between us is undeniable.”
“Then as your friend, I’m telling you I know an obsessed man when I see one. And that man right there…” She cocks her head in his direction, trying to be discreet, but it still makes me blush because it’s a little obvious. “That man is obsessed with you. He wants to kiss you again. I’d bet all my money on it.”
“You are eager for my touch.” He touches me there again, but this time purposefully and with his fingertip. “Very eager for me with how wet you are. You’re soaked through your panties, baby.”
“Is this where you want me to kiss you, Lucy baby?”
I’m at the point where it feels like I’ll combust if I don’t have her. I almost did when I got that little taste of kissing her and had to pretend that the kiss didn’t rock my world.
“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…”
“I want to buy you expensive things, Lucy. What’s the point in having an ungodly amount of money if I can’t spend it on the first woman to capture my attention like this?”
“Do as you’re told,” I command, keeping my voice soft. “Show me how you touched yourself. I bet you pretended it was me touching you, didn’t you?”
“Fuck.” He lets out a whimper when I begin to pump up and down. The sound drives me wild,
“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.”
“You’ve ruined me, Lucy baby. I need you to know that.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her how much I care about her. To tell her that despite her warnings, I’ve fallen in love with her. She’s it for me.
