Bittersweet by Bladon Deborah

Author:Bladon, Deborah [Bladon, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Deborah Bladon
Published: 2021-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Luke

What the hell was that?

I went full caveman when I met Porter Knight. I have no fucking idea what I was thinking when I stepped up and acted like Afton was my girlfriend.

I didn’t want his eyes on her, let alone his hands.

I have zero explanation for that other than I thought I saw a flash of panic wash over her expression when Porter pressed her on whether or not she’s single.

I stand to the side as Afton pushes up to her tiptoes to get the perfect shot of a piece of salmon covered with a bunch of stuff that will no doubt impress whoever the hell is going to see these pictures.

I look over to where Porter is standing near the stove. His eyes are stuck on Afton’s ass.

Fuck this guy.

I admit her ass looks perfect in the jeans she’s wearing. The red blouse she has on is sheer, so the lacy thing she’s got on underneath is visible. I wouldn’t call it a bra; it’s more a pretty tank top.

I should know. I’ve had trouble keeping my gaze off of her all night.

Her hair is wrapped around her shoulders in a messy tangle.

This right here is perfection, so it stands to reason that Chef Knight is just as mesmerized as I am.

“Can you clean the side of the plate?” Afton asks.

I’m on it just as fast as the chef is, but he beats me to it. I can’t fault him for that. The food is his creation, after all.

“Thanks, Porter.” Afton gifts him with a smile after he runs a white kitchen towel along the rim of the blue dish.

“My pleasure,” he says in an almost whisper.

I cast myself in the role of Afton’s fake boyfriend because I don’t like this guy being near her. It’s irritating me more and more by the second.

“I think I got it.” She sighs after snapping a few more pictures. “I’ll load these up to my laptop so you can have a look.”

Porter opens a kitchen drawer before turning to face us. He presents a silver fork. “Why don’t you sample this first, Afton? You should have a taste.”

Goddamn show-off.

Afton takes the first bite and moans and groans her way through a bunch of complimentary words about balance, essence, and composition.

Before I realize what’s happening, she shoves the fork into my hand. “Try it.”

I dive in and snag a bite, and dammit, it’s amazing.

“What do you think, Luke?”

I glance up to see Porter with a perked brow. He’s waiting for me to answer the question Afton just posed, so I do. “It’s good.”

The son-of-bitch pitches me a look that tells me to go straight to hell, but I stand my ground and set the fork down even though I want to lick the plate clean because it’s that damn good.

I won’t give him that satisfaction. We’re in the middle of a silent pissing contest, and from where I’m standing, I’ve taken a firm lead.

“I’ll start on the next dish.” His attention is focused solely on Afton.

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