A Bourbon Street Valentine (A Bourbon Street Short Story) by Deanna Chase

Author:Deanna Chase [Chase, Deanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bayou Moon Press, LLC

Chapter Six

The five of us changed quickly into yoga pants and form-fitting T-shirts that had been left for us, and then we shuffled into what Eros called the game room. Only it wasn’t a game room at all. It was a commercial kitchen that looked like a set out of a televised competition show, complete with stainless steel work stations and commercial stove-top ovens.

“Welcome back, ladies.” Eros had his arm around a rosy-pink Elle. She was also dressed in yoga attire, along with a deep-purple hoodie sweatshirt. It practically swallowed her petite frame, leaving no doubt it belonged to Eros.

“I don’t cook,” Esme said, placing her hands on her hips.

“Me neither,” Trish added, mirroring her stance.

Eros released Elle, much to her dismay. The forlorn look on her face made me want to roll my eyes. He strode over to Esme and Trish, taking them both by the hand. “Not an issue ladies.”

They both leaned into him, their heads close to his as if the trio was discussing something in strict confidence. After a moment, Esme let out a happy laugh and Trish grinned, her face flushing bright red.

“Better?” Eros asked them.

They both nodded and happily took their places behind their work stations.

“You’re going to love this,” Esme said, piling her dark hair into a bun on top of her head.

“Ladies, I have something special to help you out with your baking.” He turned toward a large mirror covering one wall, raised his arms high in the air, and waved as if beckoning someone.

We stood there in silence, while Trish fluffed her short black hair and…what was she doing? Gads. She was sucking her stomach in while pulling her v-neck T-shirt down, revealing even more of her already ample bosom. My goodness, she had quite the rack. I glanced down at my own modest chest and wondered if those breast creams that were advertised on late night TV really worked. Maybe a spell. I’d make a note and ask Jade about magical breast augmentation. Just a cup or two sizes bigger would do the trick.

“Kat,” Esme whispered. “Why are you scowling at your left tit? Did it insult the right one or something?”

I jerked my head up just in time to see six perfectly-sculpted gods walk right through the mirrored wall wearing nothing but aprons tied around their waists.

“Holy abs,” Trish breathed.

“Abs? Look at those perfect pecs.” Esme took a step forward with her hand out as if she was going to sample one.

My mouth went dry as a tall, blond, Greek God stepped up next to me, his apron so low I could see the outline of his V cut disappearing into his groin area. I suppressed a groan. Good goddess. I’d never seen anything hotter. Perfection in an apron. I eyed him up and down, and then before I could stop myself, I said, “Turn around.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in an amused, knowing smile, but after scanning my body with a searing gaze, he did as I asked.

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