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Fuck playing it safe.
“Okay,” I say, ready to give him my pitch, “I want you to know that I took this task very seriously. I read every application from cover to cover.”
“Poppy,” he says.
I continue. “I did as much research as I possibly could in the time given. I looked at the people involved. At the markets. At the competition. Everything I could think of…”
“Poppy,” he puts his hand in the air. I finally take the hint and keep my mouth shut. “I am certain you did an amazing job. But first, we eat.”
He lifts one of the lids to reveal a delicious, glistening rack of BBQ ribs.
Fried chicken. Lasagne. Macaroni and Cheese. A chocolate cake covered in cream.
One by one he removes the lids. My stomach grumbles. I’ve barely eaten all day.
All my favorites.
It’s just like the wardrobe. Either this man can read my mind, or he’s done his research.
I don’t know whether that turns me on or frightens me.
Maybe both.
“I learned a long time ago never to make a big decision on an empty stomach.” He helps himself to a pulled pork burger with melted cheese, onions, tomato, lettuce, bacon, and a fried egg.
“This looks amazing,” I say. “I didn’t think you Brits could get food like this over here.”
He rests his knife and fork on the table. When I look at him, it’s like the whole world stops spinning. He really is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. “If I want something,” he growls, his eyes boring a hole straight into my soul, “all i have to do is click my fingers and it’s mine.”
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Poppy picksup a piece of pasta and puts it between her perfect pink lips.
I could watch her eat all day.
Most of the women I know would never eat like this in front of a man. Especially a man like me.
They’d push around the food on their plate, pretending to enjoy the meal. Smiling at all the right moments. Laughing at my not so funny jokes.
But there’s something different about Poppy.
She’s not afraid to be herself. She’s comfortable in her own skin.
It’s sexy.
Attractive.
I can’t stop thinking about taking her to my bedroom and burying my cock between her thick, feminine thighs.
“What?”
Poppy sits back in her chair and puts her napkin on her plate.
I realize I’ve been staring at her again.
“Nothing.” I change the topic. “Tell me about the company you picked.”
