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“I have a kitchen,” she said with a sexy smile. “Isn’t it just perfect?”

She was wearing a cute little skirt that showed off her legs and a tight blouse. The top few buttons were undone, and my gaze fell to the swell of her breasts. Then there were her sexy as fuck lips…and the rest of her.

“I don’t know much about it, but if it makes you smile like that, I’m all for it.” I peered into the stainless steel bowl she’d put down when I’d come in and wondered what she was making.

“It’s chocolate ganache,” she said. “I’m making miniature fruit cakes with white marzipan icing with chocolate drizzle. Then on top, I’m putting little sculpted flowers and dusting them with these silver flakes.”

“Sounds complicated,” I said, picking up the container. The label readedible silver luster flakes.

“If they work out, I might add them to the menu for opening week.” She snatched the container off me and put it back on the counter. “They’re a little involved. It might be more trouble than it’s worth.”

I dipped my little finger into the chocolate and stuck it into my mouth. “Tastes good, though.”

“Hey!”

I went back for more, but this time, I wiped it onto her nose much to her horror.

“Mark!” She wiped at her nose, smearing chocolate on the back of her hand.

“What you going to do about it?” I asked wickedly.

Rolling her eyes, she picked up a spatula and mixed it through the chocolate like a pro. “Who am I to start fisticuffs with an actual real life cage fighter?”

“Even with the broken arm?”

“Especially with the broken arm.” Whipping the spatula into the air, she slapped the end against my cheek with a crack.

The kitchen fell silent, and her mouth fell open in shock. For a minute, nothing happened other than the chocolate running down my cheek, and then all hell broke loose. Snatching the spatula from her fingers, I gave her a taste of her own medicine as I wiped the other side down her face and shoved the end down her top…right between her breasts.

Callie stood there in stunned silence before bursting out into fits of laughter. “You didn’t just shove that between my boobs!”

“I’m going to have fun licking that off…” I said darkly, lowering my head. Tugging her blouse, the top button popped open, and I ran my tongue over the curve of her breasts. “You make a real fucking good ganache, by the way.”

She moaned softly before dipping her finger into the bowl. “Where can I put this? It seems only fair.”

“Wherever you like…”My cock might be a good place to start…

Her other hand went to my fly and started to fiddle with the button, but then she slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked.

“Tease,” I said.

“Did you just pout?” she asked.

“No way.” I puffed out my chest.

“You did! You pouted!”

Grunting, I darted forward and caught her with a kiss. This felt real fucking good. Things were beginning to become easier. I could talk to her, and she seemed to believe me. This could really work. Maybe, just maybe, I could be happy again.

“I went to a job interview yesterday,” she said sheepishly before sucking on her finger again.

My gaze dropped to her lips, and I swallowed hard. “But you already have a job.”

“Hector Vanderhall requested to meet me himself.”

“Hector who?” I frowned. I knew nothing about her world, and it began to bother me. I should pay more attention if I was going to keep her, right?

“He’s a celebrity chef,” she explained. “He’s got restaurants all over the world, has his own line of knives and pots and pans, and he’s been on TV a lot.”