Fortune's Just Desserts by Marie Ferrarella

Author:Marie Ferrarella
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

She didn’t understand it.

Why wasn’t he kissing her?

To Wendy it actually felt as if time had suddenly come to a standstill. Her heart was lodged in her throat, waiting.

But the sinfully sexy restaurant manager wasn’t leaning forward, wasn’t kissing her. Wasn’t doing anything.

Was he waiting for her to do something, to give him some kind of a sign that it was okay?

She’d give him a sign, all right. He might be having second thoughts about this, but she damn well wasn’t.

Just as Marcos was about to drop his hands from her face, she leaned in quickly and kissed him. Their lips brushed lightly, like two snowflakes falling onto one another.

One brush of lips begat another, then urged on a third. Wendy leaned further into him, taking all control out of his hands, just like that. Without thinking, without being conscious of how he had gotten from point A to point B, Marcos instinctively deepened the kiss…until the annoying voice in his head urged him to stop.

Reluctantly he dropped his hands from Wendy’s face. But needs raced so urgently through him, he caught himself gripping her shoulders as if to hold her in place even though she wasn’t going anywhere.

Maybe he had done it to anchor himself. To keep himself from floating off into space, riding the crest of the wave of heat that had suddenly, wantonly materialized out of nowhere.

As if they had suddenly merged into one being, they rose to their feet together.

“You find a way to put that on the menu and none of our competitors will ever touch us again.”

The amused voice had them leaping apart, startled, before the words were even able to fully sink in.

Now someone showed up, Marcos thought grudgingly. Why couldn’t they have come five seconds earlier, before he had acted on an attraction he didn’t ever want to feel?

For her part, though equally breathless, Wendy didn’t look nearly as embarrassed as Marcos. In fact, she looked rather calm as she ran her hand through her hair to smooth it down.

She flashed a smile at Enrique, who was standing in the doorway, looking far more amused than a human being had the right to be in this kind of situation.

“I’m afraid there’s no way I could duplicate that for a stranger’s consumption,” she told the chef.

Her eyes shifted to Marcos.

He hadn’t a clue what she was feeling, or thinking, or even if she was feeling or thinking anything at all. For all he knew, this could be just standard behavior for her. After all, like the old saying went, the rich are different from you and me.

And most definitely different from him, he thought.

After a beat, Marcos realized that Enrique was saying something. He blinked. “What?”

“Do you mind if I try the dessert?” Enrique asked him again.

Unexpected anger surged through Marcos at the mere hint of what the man was suggesting, until he realized that Enrique was talking about the actual dessert, not Wendy. The pudding was still on the table where they had left it, completely untested.

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