How Six Chefs Got It On by S. Ford Brown

Author:S. Ford Brown [Brown, S. Ford]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Beyond Fairytales Adaptation of Grimms' "How Six Men Got On In The World
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 2015-05-21T16:00:00+00:00

Episode Four

Early the following morning, I stretched out alongside Alex’s muscular body. He’d stayed with me at the hotel after he drove me back from his place. Such an ambrosial night. I trailed my finger along his broad back, catching sight of a nasty scar I hadn’t noticed while we’d both been covered in custard.

Alex reached behind his back and grabbed my hand, bringing it up to his lips and sucking each fingertip. “Good morning, Sweet Tart.”

“Sweet Tart?” I licked my lips, giggling, “Never been called Sweet Tart before.”

“Oh, but you are so very sweet, and a tiny bit of a tart, now wouldn’t you agree?” He smirked.

I nodded. Couldn’t disagree there. Not after my display last night.

“What’s this scar from?” I trailed my free hand along the deep line—the sole imperfection I had found on this perfect specimen of a man.

He pulled me on top of him and frowned—the first frown I’d seen darken his always-smiling face. His jaw tensed.

I worried perhaps I’d overstepped the mark a bit, asked about something he did not want to discuss.

“I got it in Afghanistan. It’s nothing. Some of my buddies lost their lives when the IED went off. I was lucky.” He appeared vulnerable, a faraway gaze in his charcoal-gray eyes.

“You…were in the war?” I couldn’t imagine Alex, the chef, in combat.

“Don’t like to talk about it too much,” he murmured, his mouth set in a grim line, “It’s a pretty traumatic time in my life, and not just being over there. When I got back stateside, I couldn’t believe how veterans were treated here, me included.” He gave me a sad smile.

I flushed. “Alex, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories.” Holy fuck! Yet another amazing piece to the puzzle that makes up this beautiful man.

Alex lifted his forefinger to my lips—the universal hush symbol—to stop me from continuing. “Hey, I’m fine, Tonya. No need to be sorry. I fought for a worthy cause, and, when I returned, my own country shunned me and all my buddies. I’m fortunate to have come into some money with my television shows and cookbooks. You know? So I try to give back to the veterans as much as I can. I started Elysian Fields Soup Kitchens around the country to do my bit to support the vets. Not a sob story, just reality.” He tweaked my nose with a lighthearted laugh. “And you hate reality, at least reality TV, so let’s stop talking about it, okay?”

I nodded, even more enamored with this wonderful and talented guy. I lay beside him in complete awe of him. When I’d seen Alex at the Elysian Fields Soup Kitchen, I’d had no idea he’d founded the organization. I’d just thought he volunteered there. Wow, such a nice guy and a soldier, too. A soldier and a gentleman. There’s so much to Alex Stanley, it’s getting hard to keep up with the many pieces to him.

Slapping me on the bottom, he almost sang the words,

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