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Kaley ducked her head. It was the one argument they had. When she was busy, she didn’t eat, and Anthony didn’t like it. “It was a busy day,” she said softly.

He huffed. “Go sit down, and I’ll bring everything in.”

“I can help.” She reached for the platter with the empanadas and bagel dogs, and he slapped her hand away.

“Go sit.”

Dom voice. One that said she better obey or else. Kaley shook her head and went to her small table. It really was more like a bistro table. Barely enough room for the platters, utensils, napkins, and drinks.

She waited while Anthony brought everything in and sat down before she grabbed an empanada. She took a bite. The beef and potatoes filled her taste buds. Kaley hummed, enjoying the spices along with the feeling of being wrapped in comfort.

“Lara is good. Haven’t you had her empanadas before?”

Kaley nodded her head. “I have; she’s brought them to the club.”

“You’ve never been to her café?”

“No time. She’s not open on Sundays.”

“You really need to make time for lunch and stop there.” He picked up a bagel dog and held it out to her. “Take a bite.”

She leaned forward and took a bite, enjoying the crunchiness of the breading around the turkey dog.

“Tell me about your day?”

“Pretty much the same as all the other days this week, grooming dogs and cats.”

“I still can’t believe you groom cats.”

“Cats need to be groomed now and then, but most of them just need sanitary shaves.”

“That sounds painful.”

“I keep a pair of heavy-duty gloves, but usually, I can sweet-talk them into letting me work on them. Keeping the hair clean around their private areas so they’re able to do their business makes it better for the animal and their humans.”

Anthony blinked and then laughed. “Those are very polite words.”

“What do you expect?” While they had talked kink this week, it was more general than specific. “I can’t talk to my clients like we do in private.”

“I guess.” He picked up the empty soup bowls and platter and carried them into the kitchen. When he returned, he had a fork in his hand. She watched him as he moved his chair closer to her. “What dessert do you want to try first?”

“Where’s my fork?”

“You don’t get one.”

She frowned. What was he up to? “The lemon cake.”

Anthony slid the fork into the lemon cake and held the fork up to her lips. Kaley opened her mouth, and he slid it in. A shiver went through her as he pulled the fork from her closed lips.

Sweet and tart lemon overwhelmed her taste buds. Anthony grabbed another piece and put it into his mouth. “So good,” he whispered. “Next?”

“Brownie.” This time, he picked it up and held it out to her. When she raised her hand to take it, he frowned at her. Lowering her hand, she closed her teeth over the brownie and bit. So good. Fudgy chocolate, not overcooked but not undercooked either.

Anthony lifted the brownie to his mouth and took a bite, all the while holding her gaze. Heat flared in his eyes, and it echoed in Kaley’s belly. A man had never fed her like this before.

“Next?”

Kaley shook her head. “That’s enough for the moment.” She was getting full and very close to begging him to do something more than just feed her. Could she convince him to take it to another level tonight?

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