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It s boring.
Or maybe he couldn t. Suddenly it was difficult to breathe. Black spots obscured his
vision, and he forced himself to focus on the paper she shoved across the table to him.
He gritted his teeth, then winced as pain shot through his jaw. His dentist had warned
him. Unless he developed another response to stress, he was going to end up with
cracked molars. However, the future prospect of extensive dental work wasn t as painful
as what lay in his immediate future: listening to Lila Grant rip his beloved menu apart.
This is why you need her, he reminded himself.
He loosened his jaw enough to grind out, Tell me something I don t know.
Clearly, she had expected him to argue. Since he didn t, she scrunched her freckled
nose and leaned across the table to look at the menu again. It s solid. I probably don t
have to tell you you ve got all the classics covered. But somehow I don t feel compelled to
order a thing.
Not even the truffled mashed potatoes? He let his eyes drop to her waist, and then
wished he hadn t, remembering the feel of her slimmer frame beneath his hands in the
dry storage room. Now it was hard to breathe for a different reason.
She rolled her eyes and ignored the question. You need to mix it up a little.
I hope you aren t talking about fusion food. That went out in the nineties.
She stood and headed for the kitchen. Imagination never goes out of style. Come on,
let s go into your kitchen and throw everything up in the air and see where it lands.
Her back was a tempting moving target. Maybe he should give in to the juvenile
impulse to pelt her with food every time she irritated him. Not solid food, though sticky
stuff, like barbeque sauce, hoisin and honey. Yes, definitely honey. In her hair, dripping
down her neck. Honey everywhere. He remembered a movie he d discovered beneath his
older brother s bed when he was twelve, and suddenly Lila was naked in his imagination,
rubbing honey on her thighs.
Jackson? she called over her shoulder, already halfway across the dining room.
He grinned. His subconscious had provided an excellent antidote to stress. Every time
Lila pissed him off, he d picture her naked. It would save his teeth and restore his good
humor at the same time. There only drawback to this plan his erection. Be right there.
Make yourself at home in the kitchen.
She shrugged and disappeared through the door.
When she was out of sight, he stood up and walked across the room to the bar. He
grabbed a clean apron to cover himself. When that didn t do the job well enough, he
pictured a starving kitten, but since he didn t really like cats, nothing happened. Starving
puppies? Abused orphans? C mon, boy, is that the best you can do? He snorted as his
father s voice in his head produced the desired result an instant wilt. At least his father s
scorn was good for something.
He pushed through the door and entered the kitchen, where Lila had already grabbed
an apron and wrapped it around her waist. What took you so long?
I had to call my lawyer, he lied.
She yanked the reach-in open with such force he decided not to mention his lawyer in
her presence lest he risk having to call the repairman. For several long minutes, he stood
behind her while she examined every component in the cooler. Got spoons? she asked
without turning around.
He handed her a basket of tasting spoons as well as an empty basket for the dirty
ones. Impatience built inside him as he followed her through the kitchen, watching her
explore every nook and cranny. He wasn t sure what was going on in her head, but she
looked at each dish in the dish room, every liquor in the bar, all the ingredients in dry
storage, and countless containers in the cooler. Her hair was tied in a knot on top of her
head, and by the time she was finished, he had memorized the shape of the back of her
neck.
Lila bent to reach lower in the cooler, and Jack shut his eyes. She might drive him crazy
with her superior attitude, but Lila Grant had a fantastic ass. When he was sure she was
standing upright again, he opened his eyes. He hadn t thought much further than getting
her to agree to help him open Inferno. Now he realized he had another problem on his
hands his dick didn t understand his relationship with Lila had undergone major changes. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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It s boring.
Or maybe he couldn t. Suddenly it was difficult to breathe. Black spots obscured his
vision, and he forced himself to focus on the paper she shoved across the table to him.
He gritted his teeth, then winced as pain shot through his jaw. His dentist had warned
him. Unless he developed another response to stress, he was going to end up with
cracked molars. However, the future prospect of extensive dental work wasn t as painful
as what lay in his immediate future: listening to Lila Grant rip his beloved menu apart.
This is why you need her, he reminded himself.
He loosened his jaw enough to grind out, Tell me something I don t know.
Clearly, she had expected him to argue. Since he didn t, she scrunched her freckled
nose and leaned across the table to look at the menu again. It s solid. I probably don t
have to tell you you ve got all the classics covered. But somehow I don t feel compelled to
order a thing.
Not even the truffled mashed potatoes? He let his eyes drop to her waist, and then
wished he hadn t, remembering the feel of her slimmer frame beneath his hands in the
dry storage room. Now it was hard to breathe for a different reason.
She rolled her eyes and ignored the question. You need to mix it up a little.
I hope you aren t talking about fusion food. That went out in the nineties.
She stood and headed for the kitchen. Imagination never goes out of style. Come on,
let s go into your kitchen and throw everything up in the air and see where it lands.
Her back was a tempting moving target. Maybe he should give in to the juvenile
impulse to pelt her with food every time she irritated him. Not solid food, though sticky
stuff, like barbeque sauce, hoisin and honey. Yes, definitely honey. In her hair, dripping
down her neck. Honey everywhere. He remembered a movie he d discovered beneath his
older brother s bed when he was twelve, and suddenly Lila was naked in his imagination,
rubbing honey on her thighs.
Jackson? she called over her shoulder, already halfway across the dining room.
He grinned. His subconscious had provided an excellent antidote to stress. Every time
Lila pissed him off, he d picture her naked. It would save his teeth and restore his good
humor at the same time. There only drawback to this plan his erection. Be right there.
Make yourself at home in the kitchen.
She shrugged and disappeared through the door.
When she was out of sight, he stood up and walked across the room to the bar. He
grabbed a clean apron to cover himself. When that didn t do the job well enough, he
pictured a starving kitten, but since he didn t really like cats, nothing happened. Starving
puppies? Abused orphans? C mon, boy, is that the best you can do? He snorted as his
father s voice in his head produced the desired result an instant wilt. At least his father s
scorn was good for something.
He pushed through the door and entered the kitchen, where Lila had already grabbed
an apron and wrapped it around her waist. What took you so long?
I had to call my lawyer, he lied.
She yanked the reach-in open with such force he decided not to mention his lawyer in
her presence lest he risk having to call the repairman. For several long minutes, he stood
behind her while she examined every component in the cooler. Got spoons? she asked
without turning around.
He handed her a basket of tasting spoons as well as an empty basket for the dirty
ones. Impatience built inside him as he followed her through the kitchen, watching her
explore every nook and cranny. He wasn t sure what was going on in her head, but she
looked at each dish in the dish room, every liquor in the bar, all the ingredients in dry
storage, and countless containers in the cooler. Her hair was tied in a knot on top of her
head, and by the time she was finished, he had memorized the shape of the back of her
neck.
Lila bent to reach lower in the cooler, and Jack shut his eyes. She might drive him crazy
with her superior attitude, but Lila Grant had a fantastic ass. When he was sure she was
standing upright again, he opened his eyes. He hadn t thought much further than getting
her to agree to help him open Inferno. Now he realized he had another problem on his
hands his dick didn t understand his relationship with Lila had undergone major changes. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]