Page 32 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef
Caleb however, doesn’t let it go. “So… you and that chef from the gala,huh?”
Our other friend, Foster, walks by and sees the three of us. “What’s the word? Was that Diane I just saw at the elevatorbays?”
“It’s no big deal,” I tell him. “Jackson and Caleb were justleaving.”
Caleb waves me off. “His old lady was just giving him shit about some chef…or was that amaid?”
“For fuck’s sake, you two, don’t you have enough shit to handle around here? It ain’t yourconcern.”
“Then why do you sound so guilty?” Calebpushes.
“Stay out of my shit. And get the fuck out of my office while you’re atit.”
I’m probably being defensive, which isn’t advisable with Caleb around. He lives for stirring up shit, and Foster has a way of jumping on the bandwagon whenever thathappens.
“Which chef are we talking about?” Fosterasks.
“That blonde one from the gala, I think.” Caleb folds his arms and leans back on my sofa. “You know what they say about dating a female chef,right?”
“What do they say?” Foster joins in with a broad, devious smile on his fuckingface.
Caleb starts with, “They aren’t afraid to get down anddirty.”
Foster answers back with, “I hear they’re creative and love trying newthings.”
It’s clear to me that the more I object, the worse they’ll get. The easiest way to shut them up is to let them say whatever the fuck they want to. Eventually, they’ll run out of shit to joke about. But they’re just getting started, so Jackson and I sit there andwait.
“They’re experts at rolling balls in the palms of theirhands.”
“They’ll work day and night to please you. Or was that night andday?”
“There’s no such thing as too big for achef.”
“They’re ready and willing to beat it until it’sstiff.”
“They know how to handlemeat.”
I shake my head when they pause to get control of their laughter. “Are you done yet? Or do you want me to move the topic onto you and Rose? Or to you and your handjobs, as you fucked things up with Rose and still can’t get overit.”
“Fuck no,” Caleb says, still jovial, but the mention of Rose’s name brings out a slight flicker of defensiveness in his eyes. “Not by a longshot. Want to know why? Because anything female chefs lick in the kitchen, theyown.”
“They have a love for playing with fire. And they aren’t afraid of theheat.”
Thank fuck that Jace shows up with hisfather.
“Guys, we need to have a talk before the client gets here,” Jace announces. “It’s about this Mont Blancdeal.”
Caleb and Foster cut it out real fucking fast when they catch the humorless expressions on theirfaces.
“Let’s use the boardroom,” I tellthem.
They’re more likely to forget all about my dating Emily with a change of scenery. I sure as shit won’t encourage them anyfurther.
Even if I happen to agree that every fucking innuendo they’ve laid on me is probablyright.
