Yes, Chef!: A Contemporary Romance (Innocent Book 1) by Kendall Duke

Author:Kendall Duke [Duke, Kendall]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-05T16:00:00+00:00

Grant

I hated to ask her. It seemed absurdly crude—the woman I was so hell-bent on seducing that I’d whisked her away to another state, created a meal fit for a Senator, I’d thrown away all obstacles of decorum and demeanor and self-protection during our ‘interview…’ I hated to ask her such a blunt, rude question, particularly if it gave the impression that I would somehow find any answer to be an obstacle to my own attraction. I was quite sure I’d want her, no matter what—I found myself teetering dangerously towards obsession, frankly. But, all the same, I was not a man that was known for his patience, and in this case very particularly…. I wanted her. Badly.

I didn’t want her like I wanted the woman I’d been waiting for that morning. No. I didn’t want her in the way I wanted productivity and submission from the seething lot of employees that veered around me every day, absolutely not. I didn’t want her the way I wanted perfection in all I produced, touched, shaped, all I controlled—no, not at all. I wanted her because she was… An antidote to all of that.

She was breath-takingly free of the need to impress me. Or anyone else. She understood herself so completely, so thoroughly, for someone her age—or any age—that it was frankly daunting. She wasn’t besieged by doubts about her worth, or her abilities; she knew exactly what they were, and how to use them. She was liberated, in the truest sense of the word, and being near someone so authentic and genuine was addictive.

And more than that, of course, I desired her.

I desired her more and more, every supple inch—the way her skin shone under the lights with the faintest hint of rose from the heat of the kitchen, the way her eyes glistened when she saw the meal I’d prepared. The shape of her, the promise of her curves, the taste of her delicious mouth.

But my desires required a delicate conversation, and more importantly, consent. Because a woman who had never been touched… I didn’t know if I was the partner for her. Not for that. For what she needed and deserved. I knew I could make an attempt but—was that fair to her? An attempt?

I didn’t think so.

“I realize how rude this seems,” I confessed, hoping to temper the discussion. “Your sex life is not exactly any of my business, unless,” and here I found I needed to take a deep breath, an emotion I was entirely unfamiliar with invading my thoughts, “you might consent to sharing it with me. As a partner.” Anxiety, I realized, naming it. Blighter.

She blinked. “Well, that’s forthright.”

“Did you expect anything less?”

“Not really.” Miss March smiled at me, then faltered. “I’m afraid there’s not much to tell. I don’t have a sex life. As I think I just told you.”

“You have a sex life,” I heard myself say. “You’re an adult woman who exudes a criminally attractive level of sensuality. You’re wearing a hibiscus

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.