Page 3 of Ravish

“Do you have a minute to chat?”

“Sure.” The lunch rush was gone, so she had a little time. “Eve, I’ll be right back.” Lara slipped out from behind the counter and led Sierra over to an empty table. She glanced over at Max and Colby. A rush of heat filled her veins. Two different, yet alike men. They both had that...dominant—the only word that fit—air to them.

“What did you want to talk about?” Lara asked, turning her attention back to Sierra.

“I was wondering if you’d be willing to cater an event at the club?”

Lara stared at Sierra. She knew, as did most of the town, about Wicked Sanctuary. After the press conference two weeks ago, involving Tessa and Damon, it was all people were talking about.

“It depends on what level of catering you’re looking for.” Most of her food was for quick lunches and snacks.

“Nothing big. Mainly appetizers and desserts.”

Lara pulled her phone out of her pocket and brought up the note pad. “That’s doable. Do you know what you’re looking for?”

“Your mac and cheese bites for sure and at least two or three more appetizers. For desserts, how about brownies, cookies, and those lovely mini cupcakes.”

She made notes. “Would you like some fruit cups for those who don’t want sweets?”

“Oh yes, that would be nice.”

“How many people?”

Sierra frowned. “I’d have to ask Max for an exact count, but I would say at least fifty, maybe seventy-five.”

“Okay. I use gel chafing fuel to keep the food warm.”

“We have a strict fire code at the club.”

“I understand. I’ll make sure it’s safe.” She ran items through her head. Big metal pans to hold the food, holders, fuel, tongs, plates, napkins. “Are there electrical outlets near where you want the tables, or will I need to run extension cords?”

“I think so.” Sierra let out a sigh. “I’ve never really looked.”

“I’ll make a note to ask Max. I have a couple of hot boxes that I can keep extra food warm in. This way we don’t have to worry about anything going bad.”

“Makes sense.”

“When is this party?”

Sierra dipped her head. “Ummm, Saturday.”

“It’s a good thing today is Monday.” It gave her time to order what she needed and Saturday to get it all ready.

“Sorry. Max decided on the small party just yesterday.”

“No worries. I’ve worked with less time.” Lara smiled. She’d been curious about the club for a while now, so at least she’d get to see the inside of it. Lara glanced over at Max and Colby. She wondered if Colby played?

What was she thinking? She was aware of the lifestyle and even dabbled a bit when she was in college, but since coming home... She’d been to a munch or two, but nothing else. When the club opened, she’d just married Walter. “Bad mistake,” she muttered.

“Sorry, I missed that,” Sierra said.

Lara shook her head. “I was thinking out loud. Once I get a firm number of people, I can do some number crunching for you and let you know about the costs. Then I can get a standard contract drawn up for Max to sign.”

“That sounds good.”

“What sounds good?” Max asked, striding up to the table.

Lara watched Colby open the door to leave, but at the last second, he looked back. Their gazes met, and he winked. Lara lowered her eyes as her face grew warm.

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